| Don't touch me because I hate you
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| Don't unsubscribe me because I need it
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| To stay in your head
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| Time to dispel the dream
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| And I'll laugh until it passes
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| And I understand you because it is the same
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| Melancholy of when
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| Everything comes back and nothing stays
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| What do I leave you with me?
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| And what do I take from you?
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| I get a tattoo, I get that evening
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| I take this tear
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| And what do you leave me of you?
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| And what do you take of me?
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| Choose a song, choose my silence
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| I choose not to see you again
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| Another life is born from the color of a withered rose
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| Few ideas or always the same, I promise: "Enough promises"
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| And I changed and I changed and even if it was the last stop
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| I leave my life much better than how I found it
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| Firm to obstacles, I accept miracles
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| We go elsewhere, but we will be back
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| I never had you, but neither did you
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| You don't even fear God
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| And I hope he forgives you at least
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| I had already foreseen it
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| The consequences are yours
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| I warned you, for the last time
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| And with this there are two
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| Another life is born from the color of a withered rose
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| Few ideas or always the same, I promise: "Enough promises"
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| And I changed and I changed and even if it was the last stop
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| I leave my life much better than how I found it
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| How you left it
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| How you left it
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| And with everything I've seen
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| It is difficult to know if I exist
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| And despite everything now I look at myself
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| And then I wonder where you are going
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| Firm to obstacles, I accept miracles |