Those who understand us are good, but refuse
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Those who imagine their own life but have not lived it
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For every disappointment
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For every occasion burned
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Sorry if. |
I laugh a little
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And in everything I put too much fire
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If I fall asleep without thinking of you
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If I don't give too much weight to the words of others
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And nothing, and we are here.
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A little more alone than yesterday with a little more thoughts
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But. if I have to be honest
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I would like to say nothing but make it sound good, Calcutta
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We are at fruit, maybe
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As long as there's air, there's nothing to complain about
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And it seems that the best is yet to come
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Give him a hand, he may have ejaculation problems, but no.
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She says «I will return», like the marines
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Here. |
someone is raving, someone regrets the lira
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While they are bombing Syria, but who is bombing Syria?!
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It goes. |
everything is shitty out there, but come on. |
we will go through worse times
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Words like. |
ice cubes in the ocean
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Eyes like glass that reflect, and create storms
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Tears of frozen rain on your cheeks
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I place my notes on the sandpaper
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Those who understand us are good, but refuse |
Those who imagine their own life but have not lived it
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For every disappointment
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For every occasion burned
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Sorry if. |
I laugh a little
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And in everything I put too much fire
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If I fall asleep without thinking of you
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If I don't give too much weight to the words of others
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Love is with hate, you wait for it to see it run away
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How to interview
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The mental cages and the real ones
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Social housing
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Where drawers contain holey socks
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But what dreams, hollow faces
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Maybe cheating, do the math
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Select the memories and then close your eyes, anesthesia
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And an old photograph loses colour
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Among those who are satisfied with the world all in one street
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And those who are still waiting to go away, away
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The sea is a diamond that shines too much but made of salt
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The evil is the lover who instills the rage that assails
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And we are souls of prey
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Beyond the blanket of. |
mental clouds
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Like abandoned stones we wait for the rainbow on the tracks
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No, we are not the same.
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Too easy to shake hands
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How hard is it to stay human?!
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Those who understand us are good, but refuse
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Those who imagine their own life but have not lived it |
For every disappointment
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For every occasion burned
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Sorry if. |
I laugh a little
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And in everything I put too much fire
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If I fall asleep without thinking of you
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If I don't give too much weight to the words of others |