| I’ve been in these old plains for a thousand hours a day
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| The sun is melting all my brain it’s driving me insane
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| And I have seen mirages but I doubt of my own mind
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| The faith is not a friend of very disappointed hearts
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| When I was a child I lost the scapular I had
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| My mother gave it to me to keep me safe from what I am
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| In fact I think I never had a single amulet
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| I’m just a bad luck sucker with a wretched broken fate
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| All this endless grieving
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| All these sorrow feelings
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| Melancholic singings
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| Always out of step
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| From the end to the beginning
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| Melancholic singings
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| I always had the feeling I was walking the wrong way
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| Trying to avoid problems but stumbling on mistakes
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| Whenever I fell down there was a crag beneath my feet
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| And during the downfall I wondered what’s so wrong with me
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| And then I saw those lovers dancing in a sunny day
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| But over my head there was nothing but a dismal mist
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| I begged for some mercy and I got some disregard
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| Then I saw the gloom with my own eyes
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| All this endless grieving
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| All these sorrow feelings |
| Melancholic singings
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| Always out of step
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| From the end to the beginning
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| Melancholic singings
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| All this endless grieving
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| All these sorrow feelings
|
| Melancholic singings
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| Always out of step
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| From the end to the beginning
|
| Melancholic singings
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| All this endless grieving
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| All these sorrow feelings
|
| Melancholic singings
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| Always out of step
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| From the end to the beginning
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| Melancholic singings |