Where did April go? |
He was lost
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There are a couple of weeks left. |
I'm going crazy, I run away to her
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Sunsets and sunrises met all summer
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And left again, and left again
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Where did April go? |
He was lost
|
There are a couple of weeks left. |
I'm going crazy, I run away to her
|
Sunsets and sunrises met all summer
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And left again, and left again
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My house and in it: love, warmth
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I'm going crazy!
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I inhale the cold, and the output is warm
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The sky is silent, but the sky does not need words
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So many songs, but the songs are all just an excuse
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There are minutes and our last conversation
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You can't escape from those embraces. |
Your dream is like an aperitif
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It doesn’t matter to me - meeting with you is more important than other things
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Move away, I hide my thoughts in a closet
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Today is near, but not like yesterday, so chill out
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Leaving in a couple of days
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Near the air, stuffiness over it
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I don't like being intact in public,
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But separation is harder
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I'm smeared here like Cobain
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You will disappear leaving images
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Gladiolus stroking hair
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I will run after you to the very runway
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We are different hands of the same dial,
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And the mechanism is set up quite
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And as usual, these arrows keep running somewhere,
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But sooner or later they will be on the same wavelength
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Where did April go? |
He was lost
|
There are a couple of weeks left. |
I'm going crazy, I run away to her
|
Sunsets and sunrises met all summer
|
And left again, and left again
|
Where did April go? |
He was lost
|
There are a couple of weeks left. |
I'm going crazy, I run away to her
|
Sunsets and sunrises met all summer
|
And left again, and left again
|
My house and in it: love, warmth
|
I'm going crazy!
|
Oh-oh, how do you know, know you?
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Oh, oh, my lady, you're alone now, alone now
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Our good morning, you got lost in the bureau
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I left your life and I have nowhere to go
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Our good morning, you got lost in the bureau
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I left your life and I have nowhere to go
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Where did April go? |
He was lost
|
There are a couple of weeks left. |
I'm going crazy, I run away to her
|
Sunsets and sunrises met all summer
|
And left again, and left again
|
Where did April go? |
He was lost
|
There are a couple of weeks left. |
I'm going crazy, I run away to her
|
Sunsets and sunrises met all summer
|
And left again, and left again
|
My house and in it: love, warmth
|
I'm going crazy! |