| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| Daughter of that boy that no one has seen anymore
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| Passed twenty years ago and not back yet
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| He enjoyed himself with his mother like he knew how to do
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| Leaving her asleep smiling and dreaming
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| Silent as snow, white as the moon
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| Her mother's skin her dad's eyes
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| The man who has not known to fantasize about
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| A captain or a pilot would have liked to meet him
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| At the age of fourteen a man came from the street
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| He took it in the middle of the grass a few meters from the sea
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| First a little fear, then a shudder and he let himself go
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| With an unnamed man who taught her to kiss
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| As he arrived she left without ever returning
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| She waited for him standing upright, between the road and the sea
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| He was desperate because he was always hungry
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| Kisses that he could no longer find and that were like bread
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| I have stories like these to tell
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| We'll let this black night pass
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| And the war will pass and hunger will pass
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| And the desert of reasons that they gave us to cross
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| I have a story like this to tell
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| If you want to listen to me
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| If you want to listen to me ...
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| He was always hungry
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| Kisses that he could no longer find
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| And that they were like bread
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed
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| For lost souls we should give a roof
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| To the restless bodies I offer my bed |