There's no feeling like pain
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Huge world cannot fit in the palm of your hand
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Huge house around me, put me on the path
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Remember again, forget me again
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Your eyes are so intoxicating, captivating like poison through the veins
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And again the souls will talk about the frank
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Everything is perishable, bit, time, therefore, like everything
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We are looking for salvation in the ocean of explanations
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We can't drown the pain there, there's no end in sight
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And something endlessly attracts, and you
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You are so pure and so innocent, and who could know
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That you were my childhood dream
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Drives me crazy, mind fogs me, memory between us
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Time and childhood are between us, and I came back here
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To sing it for you, so sincere and honest
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Born in me is the emptiness that I was looking for
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Truth in simplicity
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The radio operator in me will give you my signal
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According to our frequency. |
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Like a dream, it's all like the most wonderful dream
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It's all about love, listen to my song
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And instead of summer reggae, Boston autumn waltz
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The time when it is difficult to ask about the simplest
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Rushing from a clear yes to a sharp no
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Pure feeling cannot be hidden behind curtains for me
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Alone, quiveringly touching the brush, me and my miss
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We are together in search of truth, only together
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The warmth of the bodies and faith in the best, we run from the stuffy city
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Barefoot in the puddles ma, cold yards where we often hang
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Where that someone was nobody, became dear and close
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Drives me crazy mind fogs, the time between us
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Memory between us and childhood, and I came back here
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To sing it for you, so sincere and honest
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Born in me is the emptiness that I was looking for
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Truth in simplicity
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The radio operator in me will give you my signal
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According to our frequency. |
(x2)
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Born in me is the emptiness that I was looking for
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Truth in simplicity
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The radio operator in me will give you my signal... |