I want to talk to you about me
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What did you know about me
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I miss missing someone, come on!
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I'll take you where
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Where we talk about you
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Flowers that are born alone
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They don't need a sky
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They grow, colorless
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You who lock up in yourself
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Every missed word
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You know, I miss my head
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The end is a life that has begun
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And try to be true
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Like your eyes in the morning
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When the sun is near
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On the face the sign of the pillow
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That it's raining outside and I don't want anything else tonight
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That the world is strange and I don't want to meet it tonight
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I want to know if there is
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A place where I lose a part of myself
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Dissolve all your hair
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If the world shoots itself
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Lovers are the real rebels
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I write, so as not to feel alone
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I am a child with fire
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I love to see it burn
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If I have emptiness around me
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I write without sense
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But I feel alive
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I'm talking about things that aren't there, for no reason
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That's all I ask
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It's having you that you hate
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Arguing over the pillow
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While at night you trample
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That it's raining outside and I don't want anything else tonight
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That the world is strange and I don't want to meet it tonight
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That it's raining outside and I don't want anything else tonight
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That the world is strange and I don't want to meet it tonight
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That it's raining outside and I don't want anything else tonight
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You're staying tonight, you're staying in the evening
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That the world is strange and I don't want to meet it tonight |