| To me you had sent indeed the wind
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| Thanks
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| As I stepped out from that door it has arrived directly in my face
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| But just one question:
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| Am I a better man?
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| But just one question:
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| Is this a better world?
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| Smoke through eyes that did not sleep. |
| Of cigarettes lighten up in the morning
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| soon
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| Of silence. |
| Interrupted and broken
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| Usual fear to collapse in front of chewed hurting words
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| That forever I’ll keep within and into those lowered eyelids
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| But just one question: am I a better man?
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| Of the losses the most definitive and atrocious and unjust one
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| Soaked into those swollen eyes. |
| It rains tears that slide in every breath,
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| crushing into the purple
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| I let myself being invaded
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| Cause there’s no shelter for those eyes that for how much I can tighten
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| Will not have the same light anymore
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| But just one question:
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| Am I a better man?
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| But just one question:
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| Is this, above all, a better world?
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| Memories holding me back to that moment
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| It feels hard as a sandstone
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| Soaked into swollen eyes
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| Of broken dreams evaporating
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| It rains tears that slide in every breath, crushing into the purple
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| The longest second. |
| In the fold of a morning. |
| Another man is waiting to die
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| The longest minute. |
| In the fold of a morning. |
| Another man is waiting to die
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| The longest hour. |
| In the fold of a morning. |
| Another man is waiting to die
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| The night of the longest day ever. |
| Another man is waiting to die |