| My heart went to war but I didn't lose my life
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| He's gone, he's back, and what's left is dismayed
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| Nourished by the memories and images that were
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| It was so much love, hate comes in, now it's your turn
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| In this house now of light no longer enters
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| You like being alone but I like it much more than you
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| But how strange even now it is not consoling
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| I dry the tears and repeat myself
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| That "alone" is just a word
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| I wanted to tell you so much now it's late
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| How much to be able to tell me instead you leave
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| And I will leave too and a challenge will start
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| And that thing will go too
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| Which now does not seem like life
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| I think of you that you think of me
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| And a life goes away
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| I look at you looking at that
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| Another era ends
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| And while inexorable time does not console
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| I'm alone but I smile and think
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| That "alone" is just a word
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| Alone, alone, alone, alone
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| "Alone" is just a word
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| Alone, alone, alone, alone
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| "Alone" is just a word
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| Love squeezes happiness into the corners
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| He puts it into play, denies it, educates it
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| And I forget, however, I only forget the resentment
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| Because "solo" is only one of a thousand words
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| I think of you that you think of me
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| And a life goes away
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| Look at you looking at that
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| Another era ends
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| And while inexorable time does not console
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| I'm alone but I smile and think
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| That "alone" is just a word
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| I wrote the answers even without the questions
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| Because I have a lot of puzzles and doubts
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| Returned to sender
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| And all those letters to God are bets
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| And all those tears today are promises
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| I'm a fucking soldier without a war
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| And I hesitate, I stagger but you don't see me on the ground
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| And I laugh because I know I'll love again
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| And I shout to those who want to listen
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| That "alone" is just a word
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| Alone, alone, alone, alone
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| "Alone" is just a word
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| I think of you that you think of me
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| And a life goes away
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| I look at you looking at that
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| Another era ends
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| And while inexorable time does not console
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| I'm alone but I smile and think
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| That "alone" is just a word |