| Passing the corners we’ve kissed in the rain
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| Passing these old rusted warning signs
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| What did they say?
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| I think they said «Run!»
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| Passing the roofs of excuses we’ve made
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| Passing these open windows
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| What made me turn away?
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| How did I fight the black days and the static nights?
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| St. Rosa, she flies, she flies with the swallows
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| St. Rosa, I feel I could follow back to Capistrano
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| And I will hold you tight
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| Through the cold days and the frozen nights
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| Passing our enemies
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| Passing our friends
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| Passing the means we used to tell the difference between
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| It’s subtle
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| I try to remember if I was ever lonely
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| If I was ever low
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| Hell, hell yes, I was low
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| How did I fight the black days and the static nights?
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| St. Rosa, she flies, she flies with the swallows
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| St. Rosa, I feel I could follow back to Capistrano
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| And I will hold you tight
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| Through the cold days and the frozen nights
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| Passing all the days I switched to Auto-mode
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| Days for which I’ve nothing to show
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| Pausing all the days I’m afraid I’ll forget
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| The day’s only clear for a second
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| The day’s only clear for a second
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| Day’s only clear for a second
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| But I will hold you tight
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| Through the cold days and the frozen nights
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| Yeah, but it’s cold, cold, cold |