| 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
|
| (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
|
| Here and there
|
| You are my half, but not the one
|
| But I love you like this, my dear emptiness
|
| (Yes, she is full)
|
| We would not convey words
|
| The one that would give rise to a picture before us
|
| Here and there
|
| I am your half, but not the one
|
| But love me like this, my sweet emptiness
|
| (Yes, she is full)
|
| We would not convey words
|
| The one that would give rise to a picture before us
|
| Here and there
|
| You are my half, but not the one
|
| But I love you like this, my dear emptiness
|
| (Yes, she is full)
|
| We would not convey words
|
| 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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| 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 |