| I haven't heard from it for a long time
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| Your voice in the morning crying: "Bu"
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| And it made me wake up nervous
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| But now instead I wake up and feel that
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| I miss all those details of yours
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| When you said to me:
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| "You are always tired because you don't have timetables"
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| I've been cooking for a long time
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| And I always put an extra plate for you
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| I was the one closed in on itself
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| That when it rains laughs to hide
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| I miss all those details of yours
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| When you said to me:
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| "You feel lonely because you are not as you appear"
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| Oh, it hurts to tell you now
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| But I don't know what I feel anymore
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| If only God would invent new words
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| I could tell you that
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| We're just baggage
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| We travel in scattered orders
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| If only God would invent new words
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| I could write new love songs for you
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| And sing them here
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| I have been walking for some time and
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| I always hear noises behind me
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| Then I turn around thinking that there is you
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| And I realize that besides me I don't know what it is
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| I miss all those details of yours
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| When you said to me:
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| "You are always tired because you don't have timetables"
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| Oh, it hurts to tell you now
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| But I don't know what I feel anymore
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| If only God would invent new words
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| I could tell you that
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| We're just baggage
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| We travel in scattered orders
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| If only God would invent new words
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| I could write new love songs for you
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| And sing them here
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| Between mine and your details
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| I could sing them to you here
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| If only God would invent new words
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| I could tell you that
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| We're just baggage
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| We travel in scattered orders
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| If only God would invent new words
|
| I could write new love songs for you
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| And sing them here
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| I could sing them to you here |