What do you want these people to know
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When I say I'm broken?
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I look at my face and no, it doesn't believe
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But I learned to pretend and put on makeup
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I've never been able to put the full stop
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This is why I always leave my sentences open
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How to say "I could have it all"
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When instead I don't want anything anymore
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There is a laughing sun this morning
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But my hands don't have your hips
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It's that having a mouth and not telling you that it is missing
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It's like having legs just to escape
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Escape to where without a path?
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It's at least ten degrees outside
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But it's really cold here and it's already dark
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While I whisper my sentences to this smoke
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As if he were the only sincere friend
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You don't know what's ahead, but what you leave behind
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Above our white faces, smiles of glass
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Broken, lips broken by the wind
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Because we know how to hurt ourselves but also look inside
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And don't tell me why you're crying, I know it well
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That I also know your veins by heart
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And if getting lost serves to find yourself
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I have this voice to guide you to get together again
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I'm on the ropes now |
Everything goes in reverse
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Be strong, you know
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Which I have never learned
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And I what I would give
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For having us again, and where are you?
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I can no longer walk in your steps
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I have to think about mine
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What do you want these people to know
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When I laugh and what do I think about instead?
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In my pocket I have only cigarettes
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I wanted to leave but I don't have the ticket
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I wanted to stay but it no longer makes sense
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Even if constantly cornered
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As if to say that I have decided the rest
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While adrift, always
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Usual stones under these soles
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Usually asphalt under these wheels
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Different faces, same script
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Either you are really strong or a good actor
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And you do not know how many nights I prayed to the Lord in vain
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Because it seems clear to me, God is here that he wants me
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To remind me that what is good at all is infinite
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To become a made and finished man
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I'm good at hiding
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Even when everything runs faster
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Than I can run
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Exhausted and exhausted, it's like having sex
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Viewfinder aimed, I hope you do it soon
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What do we have left?
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A few songs in your head and a wall of Polaroids |
But how the world turns
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And how can I lie, say that it doesn't rain anymore inside
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If you have never stopped even for a second?
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I'm on the ropes now
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Everything goes in reverse
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Be strong, you know
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Which I have never learned
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And I what I would give
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For having us again, and where are you?
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I can no longer walk in your steps
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I have to think about mine
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What do you want these people to know
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When I say I'm broken?
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I look at my face and no, it doesn't believe
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But I learned to pretend and put on makeup
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I've never been able to put the full stop
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This is why I always leave my sentences open
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How to say "I could have it all"
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When instead I don't want anything anymore
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What do you want these people to know
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When I laugh and what do I think about instead?
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In my pocket I have only cigarettes
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I wanted to leave but I don't have the ticket
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I wanted to stay but it no longer makes sense
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Even if constantly cornered
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As if to say that I have decided the rest
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While adrift, always |