| Don’t look at me
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| Miserably
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| There’s no certainty but melancholy
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| Young but feeling more than old
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| Something in my mind remains so cold
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| My senses break like porcelain impossible to mend
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| This sad marching band that patrols in my soul won’t leave me sane
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| Will I waste my time to grow
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| Thinking I’ll be happy tomorrow
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| The streets are full but I walk alone
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| The words are empty in spite of the tone
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| Distress flag won’t flutter on my boat if I persist
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| 'Cause you are the light in the mist, the force to resist
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| As far as in crowds where I stand
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| I get lost in the palm of your hand
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| Sink
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| Sink my trouble in the night
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| you make me forget all my fight
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| Seize
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| Want you to seize
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| Want you to seize my hand
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| Don’t look back
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| I won’t look back, I won’t look back
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| 'Cause we leave tonight all the fights
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| Forget all that you knew
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| It’s more than hope, it’s a rope not to fall in the blue
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| Tell me you see over melancholy
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| It’s our serenity, our serenity
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| Leave tonight all the fights
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| Forget all that you knew
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| It’s more than hope, it’s a rope not to fall in the blue
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| Tell me you see over melancholy
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| It’s our serenity, our serenity |