Even if you hide behind
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What I come from and you go
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And that my breeze doesn't mess up your hair
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your eyes tell the truth
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Even if you tell me what not
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And pretend that it's not me
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The one that lights you up like a bonfire
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Your body won't stop talking
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What am I the sage that lives in your veins
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The water and the honey that will cure your sorrows
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I'm your mold from head to toe
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The sand, the beach of your heart
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Because when the river sounds under the bridge
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There is no way to shout how cool it feels
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It is a little foam that sprouts from the ground
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A little tickle that takes you to heaven
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Because when the water gushes out of the fountain
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There is no way to avoid getting your mind wet
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It's like a little bug that drives you crazy
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That is killing you slowly and little by little
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I have the little flame that lights your candle
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So that you light up the whole night
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I have the little herb that grows next to you
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The holy water that will relieve you
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Although it is easier to shut up
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Than untie the disguise
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Any attempt is already lost
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Well there's nothing to hide
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Even if you wanted to fly
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looking for another place
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You've already gotten into this story
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There will be no way to escape
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That I am the sage that lives in your veins
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The water and the honey that will cure your sorrows
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I'm your mold from head to toe
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The sand, the beach of your heart
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Because when the river sounds under the bridge
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There is no way to shout how cool it feels
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It is a little foam that sprouts from the ground
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A little tickle that takes you to heaven
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Because when the water gushes out of the fountain
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There is no way to avoid getting your mind wet
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It's like a little bug that drives you crazy
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That is killing you slowly and little by little
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I have the little flame that lights your candle
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So that you light up the whole night
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I have the little herb that grows next to you
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The holy water that will relieve you
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That it is indifferent, I know
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But I know what you feel too
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And no matter how hard you try
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You will be the blood of my heart
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I have the little fish
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for your fish tank
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So you can take it wherever you want
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I have what screams from your creeper
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The helping hand that will take care of you
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I have the little flame that lights your candle
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So that you light up the whole night
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I have the little herb that grows next to you
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The holy water that will relieve you |