| At three in the afternoon I am sitting on the steps
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| While the sky becomes lazy and rests on the chimneys
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| There is a phone on the doorstep and I need to hear from you
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| Your voice can be enough to convince me that you exist
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| In the world of others that closes me out
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| But you can find me in the loneliest days
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| When I feel that my life, It is in an endless alley
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| When the echo of a wound, it is a memory that can disappear
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| Behind the breath of a sunset, which will take us to the sea
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| When I feel there isn't a face there
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| That the fingers can touch
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| The world of others who are not with me
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| But I don't care if I'm with you
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| The world of others is a sky of wind
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| A meadow of flowers in the darkness that I have inside
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| The world of others the world of others
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| The world of others the world of others
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| And if I lose my dreams only you can find them
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| But if you don't want to keep them, don't leave them there
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| To the world of others that does not belong to me
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| If you don't exist I can't tell you anymore
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| That I need to fall in love, On a spring day
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| That I can't forget you, For a dream that doesn't come true
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| When the seasons change, winter becomes snow
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| When I sing my songs, I need to be in between
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| To the world of others because you are there
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| But if I don't find you I miss you more
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| The world of others is a rainbow
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| But you are a pearl that falls from the sky
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| If I stay alone in the world of others
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| In the shadow of a man who wants to love you
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| If I stay alone in the world of others |