| If this city doesn't sleep
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| So we are in two
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| To not let you escape
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| I closed the door and handed the key to you
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| Now I'm sure of the difference between
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| Proximity and closeness
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| (Eh, that's the way you move
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| In a tent in this desert of mine)
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| (Maybe it has been raining since July
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| The world that explodes in tears)
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| Maybe you haven't been out for months
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| You are tired and you have run out of smiles only
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| (To weigh the heart with both hands
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| It takes courage
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| And blindfolded, on a sky turned from behind
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| Patience our home
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| The contact, your comfort
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| It has to do with me
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| It's something that has to do with me)
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| If this city confuses
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| Then there are two of you
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| To not let me escape
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| He closed his eyes and handed the key to you
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| (Now I'm sure
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| Of the difference between distance and remoteness)
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| (Maybe it has been raining since July
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| The world that explodes in tears
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| Maybe you haven't been out for months
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| You're tired and you're only done with smiles)
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| To weigh the heart with both hands
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| It takes courage
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| (And blindfolded, on a sky turned from behind
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| Patience our home
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| Courage, your comfort
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| It has to do with me
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| It's something that has to do with me)
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| (It will be the summer rain
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| O God who looks at us from above
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| Maybe you haven't been out for months, you're tired
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| You're done and just breathe)
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| To weigh the heart with both hands it takes me a mirage
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| That comfort that
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| (It has to do with you
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| That comfort that has to do with you
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| It takes courage to weigh the heart with both hands)
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| And a lot, a lot (too much, too much, too much
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| Too much love) |