| Somewhere else,
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| Anywhere far from this place
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| (I) can no more breath
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| While I remember your face
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| Today again
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| (I) won"t come to weep for your remains
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| Can"t find the strength
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| Oh yes I"m coward, yes I"m afraid
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| But please don"t look at me now
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| I think that I won"t bear
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| To brave this confusion
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| Oh yes I"m coward but I don"t care
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| Oh please don"t look at me now
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| (I) Won"t come to stare at the show
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| Of your bed made of stone
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| Of the worst thing you"ve ever done
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| I can"t
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| Come to blossom your grave
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| My feelings
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| Should fall in pieces
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| (And) dissolve in my veins
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| I don"t know if one day
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| I don"t know if one day I"ll come
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| To read the beloved name
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| Engraved on your new home
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| I don"t know if one day
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| I don"t know if one day I"ll come
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| I don"t think that I will
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| (Be)cause I"ll be somewhere else
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| I can"t find the words
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| In front of your mother
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| I now that I"m sad
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| But I feel better than her
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| I can"t imagine
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| The hell she"s been living in Since the day you"ve gone
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| You, the younger son.
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| Her feelings have felt in pieces
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| (And) dissolve in her Veins
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| «The difference between guilt and shame is very
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| clear:
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| We feel guilty for what we do.
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| We feel shame for what we are." |