| They only ask me to forget you, ma', to get over you
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| They just say love me and get better
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| That I get into so many puddles that I don't know if it rains
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| That there are many fish in the sea and also sharks
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| Today I no longer dome sunflowers, only solitudes
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| This is how I feel when I water this garden without flowers
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| Free pass for all ages
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| Crying to seas, drying loves, parole
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| And with my pride in your showcase
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| I'm sticking my chest out when this roof falls on me
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| saving me the trouble
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| Based on holding grudges in case you'd pick them up
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| of how you measured me
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| So that half truths were the same lie
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| And as a matter of course, your day was another unit of measurement
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| Because the pain stays but you leave
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| Even if it goes away, it comes back like a boomerang
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt
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| The gods also bleed
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| They only ask me to watch, not to trust me
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| They just say don't believe in new friendships
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| That they approach and flatter you when you go to the movies
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| That they approach to see if the sequels come out
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| Today I no longer do bad baba, I just juggle
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| Or if I feel if they take me for a clown
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| Blacksmith's house, bed of crystals
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| The pain with only ice and coasters
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| Help! |
| S.O.S
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| I see many interests, a lot of tick
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| That sucks from the cow until it's skinny
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| And they leave with other cattle
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| And they leave roses, and they leave roses like weeds
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| And they go laughing, and they go laughing
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| Do not believe everything you think
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| Because the pain stays but you leave
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| Even if it goes away, it comes back like a boomerang
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt
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| The gods also bleed
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| Because the pain stays but you leave
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| Even if it goes away, it comes back like a boomerang
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt
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| The gods also bleed
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| How it hurts that the memory is still alive
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| Make some noise and be the one to pull the strings
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| Not with me, I'm not that wimp anymore
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| I cut the cable and it pulls the heartbeat
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| Sore, but the wound hurts more
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| too bad to be a lie
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| Too much and those who ask little
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| But life is measured in goodbyes
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| Between the mask rope, the elastic pump
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| I did not know how to turn my back or my profile
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| But yes, show your face for mine, not for me
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| I feel that now I live without living
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| Hooked on the stage, like a junkie to the jako
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| To screaming and singing, out of the limelight limbo and crying
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| I feel more and more empty outside
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| More and more figure in my life
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| Trying to be on both sides of this fine line
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| On both sides of the guillotine
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| Facing my reflection, the black mirror
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| Fearing that villain that only I see
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| To the devil, to my shadow that secretly comes out
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| That grows and feeds on insecurities
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| An animal that is not worth fucking me, that also undermines me
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| To personal relationships and self-esteem
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| And to another topic, the half that represents my worst part
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| And that if it continues like this it will devour the good
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| The eternal fight between my two halves
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| Where one acts as a cage, the other acts as a key
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| And me under the door
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| Being in the seism of myself
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| Fearing me and having collateral damage
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| Farther and farther away from my relatives
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| more and more hollow
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| More and more echo that bounces on the road
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| I fear my fate
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| Not for being alone, if not, only with me
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| Not for being alone, if not, only with me
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| Not because I was alone, but only with…
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| Just without… just and, I'm just… gloomy
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| Because the pain stays but you leave
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| Even if it goes away, it comes back like a boomerang
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt
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| The gods also bleed
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt anymore
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| Because the pain stays but you leave
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| Even if it goes away, it comes back like a boomerang
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| How it hurts that it doesn't hurt
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| That it hurts, that it doesn't hurt
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| The gods also bleed |