| Twilight, talk about nothing
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| The night is tender, a foreign city, a warm room
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| Either a dream or a dream
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| Aroma of chocolate, perfume
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| The look of your testament to me: "Let's fly away"
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| Silk hair, velvet skin, shiver
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| With the whole being, is it possible
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| Palm to palm, quietly fingering
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| Thoughts for a moment, how to part?!
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| Eye to eye, don't look, hear
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| It hurts, don't look!
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| We will soar in the sky and fall to the ground
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| Circling until morning like autumn foliage
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| Two quick lights at the edge of the world
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| What will go out in the rays of dawn is ridiculous
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| One, just one night, but she is alone
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| Aurora will separate us
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| I won't be back soon
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| One, just one night, but yes one
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| To burn to the ground
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| I will never return
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| I'm sorry if you can
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| Let go, but a little later.
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| I'm sorry if you can
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| Let go, but a little later
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| She doesn't watch series, she doesn't watch TV shows
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| Let the thunder stop and the rain pass
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| Sits at home on Friday evening with a book
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| For 200 pages, about cruel and wild love
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| Believes in them, but does not believe people, out of spite
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| And there is no balm, no pill
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| Maybe from resentment or from cruel words
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| She looked like a bird in a cage
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| The ceiling in the living room has been studied, the computer is on,
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| And to her, everything is exactly that there are clouds outside the window again
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| Download albums with blues and jazz
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| New window sills, a vase like chains
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| Hello, who are you?
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| Unknown numbers are indifferent
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| And confessions of frank letters in a personal
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| Do not need others and flowers from them
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| She is waiting for him and still alone
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| One, just one night, but she is alone
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| Aurora will separate us, I won't be back soon
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| One, just one night, but yes one
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| To burn to the ground, I will never return
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| I'm sorry if you can
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| Let go, but a little later
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| I'm sorry if you can
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| Let go, but a little later |