The moon is in the sign of Scorpio, that is its time
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After all, they were copies, colorless and silent
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When I imagine her character, I tremble for a moment
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I look for outlines in my eyes, which look like her
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I fight with my head against the Heart, but at the end of the story
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The heart sells the old trick, so it breaks away
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And I wander, the roads of some ancient days
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It was Magic, wrinkled silk
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On her chest
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And people
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I hide and I don't talk about it
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Because how do I explain it to them
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Although someone else's, you are mine
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I still feed on the same delusion
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She could dance forever, so cheeky young
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Her days only began when dusk reigned
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And silence finds the Way, in the Night of Silver
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So I wander to those places where Mine was
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But the mornings creep in, and take away all hope
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While I wake up
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And people
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I hide and I don't talk about it
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Because how do I explain it to them
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Although someone else's, you are mine
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I still feed on the same delusion
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I still feed on the same delusion
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Although someone else's, you are mine
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Although someone else's, you are mine
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I paint a sad note every day
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I cross every dream with life
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And when you're there, I'm crazy
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And people
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I hide and I don't talk about it
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Because how do I explain it to them
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Although someone else's, you're mine
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I still feed on the same delusion
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I still feed on the same delusion
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And people
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I hide and I don't talk about it
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How to explain to them
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Although someone else's, you are mine
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I still feed on the same delusion
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I still feed on the same delusion
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Although someone else's, you are mine
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I still feed on the same delusion… |