| My story starts where you know
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| From whispers and closed-lipped accusations e
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| And… from a dream sealed in a tear
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| To tattoos as a shield on the veins
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| To never forget going through an era
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| Then you came with that bursting smile
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| Like the earth that trembles and the world that changes e
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| And ... and I didn't ask you for anything and you looked like God
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| You looked at me and said:
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| "I'll follow you as far as you want even in another life"
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| But history fails to mediate
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| The fate of those who lived to love
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| Cry as much as you want, I will remember the smile of you
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| And I'm sorry to say it but fate has betrayed us
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| But I'll never, never tell anyone what I think
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| What is ours remains ours
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| And the war I've already lost
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| "And run, don't stop, run"
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| You told me and I said it too
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| Maybe we'll just rest
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| On the river that I have fed with regret
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| And run, don't stop
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| Maybe I lost it in those confused days
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| The key to open my closed eyes
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| And I believed twenty years was the worst time
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| If it weren't for the fact that we are almost forty
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| And I wanted to be unique, special
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| And I had to feel zero to feel normal
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| But for you I would do it again
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| The world couldn't stop him
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| The fate of those who lived to love
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| Cry as much as you want, I will remember the smile of you
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| And I'm sorry to say it but fate has betrayed us
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| But I'll never, never tell anyone what I think
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| What is ours remains ours
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| And the war I've already lost
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| And run, don't stop
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| Maybe I lost it in those confused days
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| The key to open my closed eyes
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| I consumed real, medium and false cheers
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| Wrong advice that took years
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| And I learned to feel strong with every offense ever made
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| It is destiny for me, and for me love is the first thing
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| Cry as much as you want, I will remember the smile of you
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| And I do not complain, however, fate has mocked us
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| I was wearing you, you were in the center like a column, like an altar
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| Like the fate of someone like me who lived to love |