We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
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Here and there
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You are my half, but not the one
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But I love you like this, my dear emptiness
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(Yes, she is full)
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We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
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Here and there
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I am your half, but not the one
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But love me like this, my sweet emptiness
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(Yes, she is full)
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Vanilla Coca-Cola
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Loneliness tastes like
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Vanilla Coca-Cola
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So sweet, we are strangers
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But lips with a tongue whisper in the ear of the phone
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So call back later
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This is our little secret
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So many years like a rut
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Half way from life anymore
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Wait, you're such a cripple after all
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As I
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And don't go so far on crutches
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Trying to love others
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Forgot to love yourself
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And forgetting more often, we do not turn off the light
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And we argue about real and fake love,
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But only the electricity bill is real,
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How can you love something that doesn't exist?
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The question is almost rhetorical
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(So shut up, huh?)
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We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
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Here and there
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You are my half, but not the one
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But I love you like this, my dear emptiness
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(Yes, she is full)
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We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
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Here and there
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I am your half, but not the one
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But love me like this, my sweet emptiness
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(Yes, she is full)
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Vodka with lemonade
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And your society tastes to me like
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Vodka with lemonade,
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And I'd rather have a sip of poison or wine
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And don't you want to drink?
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But you don't want to, but once you've poured it, you have to
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And everything is bitter, then neither sugar, nor salt
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And fill something with something, yes,
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But not by yourself
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But to fill in and supplement
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Things are essentially different
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With those who want to fill
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It is only possible to fall asleep and die of boredom,
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And how would I love her - an empty canvas?
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But that's not hard for me
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And there inside everyone is full of their great beauty,
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And now I don’t have more beautiful than my sweet emptiness
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(And we complement each other, understand?)
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We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
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Here and there
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You are my half, but not the one
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But I love you like this, my dear emptiness
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(Yes, she is full)
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We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
|
Here and there
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I am your half, but not the one
|
But love me like this, my sweet emptiness
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(Yes, she is full)
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We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
|
Here and there
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You are my half, but not the one
|
But I love you like this, my dear emptiness
|
(Yes, she is full)
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We would not convey words
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The one that would give rise to a picture before us
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Here and there
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I am your half, but not the one
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But love me like this, my sweet emptiness
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(Yes, she is full)
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The one that died here can't get into heaven
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Well, let's say if you keep it in every song
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Then let the heart contain the whole world
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And we are together - hell is empty and all the demons are here
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And to be reborn as a god
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Finding fire in others
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Swear at all costs to keep the apple of your eye
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And accept with pride
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That you are now that miracle of light for the monsters of darkness |