My dispersed heart who envy these foams
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If I throw my heart on the roads one day
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I'm afraid if one day I get into the river beds
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Most of my water will flow towards you
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I saw the death of the world, the water of the land
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One of my closest friends
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I have seen premature flowers die prematurely born children
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But no one can make me believe that your love is dead
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As if a girl was always walking on the roads
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He used to wipe his feet in front of my house on the mop
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He used to open my door with a silver key
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As if he would always come, we would make love sometimes
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My hands used to tremble from the whiteness of his forehead.
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trembled in her hair
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Now my hands are on the papers
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He can't tremble anymore, he knows his way now
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I saw the death of the world, the water of the land
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One of my closest friends
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I have seen premature flowers die prematurely born children
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But no one can make me believe that your love is dead
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As if a girl was always walking on the roads
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He used to wipe his feet in front of my house on the mop
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He used to open my door with a silver key
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As if he would always come, we would make love sometimes
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I saw the death of the world, the water of the land
|
One of my closest friends
|
I have seen premature flowers die prematurely born children
|
But no one can make me believe that your love is dead
|
As if a girl was always walking on the roads
|
He used to wipe his feet in front of my house on the mop
|
He used to open my door with a silver key
|
As if he would always come, we would make love
|
As if a girl was always walking on the roads
|
He used to wipe his feet in front of my house on the mop
|
He used to open my door with a silver key
|
As if he would always come, we would make love
|
As if a girl was always walking on the roads
|
He used to wipe his feet in front of my house on the mop
|
He used to open my door with a silver key
|
As if he would always come, we would make love sometimes |