What are you to me?
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A tear that hurts sweetly
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Or someone who falsely loves
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And fickle?
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Love is my innocent, tender, pure
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A spark that shines from Heaven
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But you don't see it
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Because you prefer those who speak falsely
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And they buy you things, yes, that's important to you
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And I love you so I don't know what to say
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And every day I write songs without words
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And I sing to you in the Soul while my mouth is silent
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And I give you Eternity, and another minute
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But you prefer those who speak falsely
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Yes, that's important to you
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Yes, that's important to you
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From happiness to happiness I stumble very often
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Ma, here's my place
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So love in vain
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And what are you to me?
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God, I need fresh hope
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Sadness attacks now
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Because I understood everything
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Yes, you prefer those who speak falsely
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And they buy you things, that's important to you
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And I love you so I don't know what to say
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And every day I write songs without words
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And I sing to you in the Soul while my mouth is silent
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And I give you Eternity, and another minute
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But you prefer those who speak falsely
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Yes, that's important to you!
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Because you prefer those who speak falsely
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And they buy you things, that's important to you
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And I love you so I don't know what to say
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And every day I write songs without words
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And I sing to you in the Soul while my mouth is silent
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And I give you Eternity, and another minute
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But you prefer those who speak falsely
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Yes, that's important to you!
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That's important to you
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Yes, that's important to you
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That's important to you… |