| Don't look like that, the nights are pressing
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| Don't be the wind, or I'll never be able to choose
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| Tears equal love same riddles
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| Don't look like that, it makes you offended at night
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| Forget about me the same as yesterday
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| I counted years of absence
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| One morning I'll go away, good for evil
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| My heart tells you separately, my eyes are separate
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| My daughter makes me cry at night
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| And the syllables I've buried inside me now
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| My ways are traps, I can't take it without you
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| Ask me, you will tell me at night
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| Wrapping in a single bottle to the silence
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| As if your absence is a downpour
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| It's raining, it's raining on me
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| Every escape to you is a shelter
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| Your pain is fresh, neither pattern gets cold
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| It's hard to love, it's okay if you don't
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| My real eye got used to the distance from your eyes
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| Don't mess with your night won't suffocate me
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| I got used to it, I got used to it too
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| Don't be mad at me, my absence has always escaped
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| I'm not crying or crying
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| Or something like that, my eyes got used to it
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| Being silent is like spewing hatred towards you.
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| No handcuffs, my hands are like prisoners
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| Whose are these warm hands I'm holding?
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| Your absence, your absence is like silence
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| Don't be silent, the nights call
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| Don't be a cloud, I can't always follow you
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| Wounded and devastated all around me
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| Don't love like that, get jealous at night
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| I'm jealous I'll be your eyes
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| It turns upside down, one day I'll be your longing
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| I'm thinking, look, I've made my end
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| Don't be sad, I'll be your smiling face
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| Just want, I'll be your sky
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| Tell me, is longing the hardest?
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| I'm jealous I'll be your eyes
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| It turns upside down, one day I'll be your longing
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| I'm thinking, look, I've made my end
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| Don't be sad, I'll be your smiling face
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| Just want, I'll be your sky
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| Tell me, is longing the hardest?
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| Don't cry, your eyelash gets wet
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| How many absences, what days did you drink?
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| I have zero memory, I can't remember
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| What, how, why did I choose you?
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| Don't laugh like that, the nights are hateful
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| Then I'll be sad, maybe I can't sigh
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| This is my bitterness, the distance is deep
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| Don't believe it, the nights are deceiving
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| My hand becomes a tissue to wipe your tears
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| Once again, come before me and be yourself.
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| How about talking about your wounds
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| I healed my pains by rubbing myself for weeks
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| You didn't touch, I'm out of here now, woman
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| At this point, no letter was read.
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| If you opened the envelope and looked inside
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| (Nevermind)
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| I'm already out of this time, woman
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| My throat is tight, one side is bitter
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| And the setbacks of the whole city, I stood and watched
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| I dreamed of killing you, us
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| I find your dream but my hands are cold
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| As I set it up in my head, my whole house collapses
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| I wrote nonstop so that you don't think I'm numb
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| And every line of mine is addressed to your eyes
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| Be happy, I miss you today too
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| Don't even ask, nights are tough
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| It snows nonstop, I can't come to their way
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| You miss, you miss endlessly
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| How does he go, envy nights
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| I'm jealous I'll be your eyes
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| It turns upside down, one day I'll be your longing
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| Tell me, is longing the hardest?
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| I'm jealous I'll be your eyes
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| It turns upside down, one day I'll be your longing
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| I'm thinking, look, I've made my end
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| Don't be sad, I'll be your smiling face
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| Just want, I'll be your sky
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| Tell me, is longing the hardest?
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| I'm jealous I'll be your eyes
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| It turns upside down, one day I'll be your longing
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| I'm thinking, look, I've made my end
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| Don't be sad, I'll be your smiling face
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| Just want, I'll be your sky
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| Know that my eyes are full today
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| Tell me, is longing the hardest? |