| I stay but I can't
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| I'm talking about something but I'm not talking
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| And I contradict everything I touch
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| The world is a big place but not too big
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| That much then I only need a second
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| And as if nothing was going back there
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| In that place as long awaited as
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| How much a word if I don't speak
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| And I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
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| But please as you were before
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| With the face of a child
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| And I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
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| But please as it was before
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| With the face of whoever stands in line
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| And distracted, he waits for the turn
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| Thinking that then a lot comes
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| You occupied too large a place
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| And of course now it's strange not to talk about it
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| Of that house we had in mind
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| Away from the road in the middle of the green
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| Do you remember you were always cold?
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| And me too, but I've never admitted it to you
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| Because our history is in these things
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| In what is not said but remains
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| I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
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| But please as you were before
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| With the face of a child
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| I want you, I want you, I want you, I want you
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| But please as it was before
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| With the face of whoever stands in line
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| And distracted, he waits for the turn
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| Thinking that then a lot comes |