| I don't play games where they talk about love
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| The ringing of glass figurines is sweet, but not eternal.
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| Remembering childhood, I look from the mainland,
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| As stars-ships sink in the sky.
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| Under the mask, as always, I will hide my pain
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| And I will make a prayer.
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| Chorus:
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| God, give me a piece of heaven and wine and bread,
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| For my life to continue, you see everything.
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| God, give me a piece of happiness to divide into parts
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| I hear a voice close to my heart, I hear it with my heart.
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| It's better to smile if it's too late to shed tears,
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| But maybe it's not too late for me to fall in love.
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| Under the mask, as always, I will hide my pain
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| And I will make a prayer.
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| Chorus:
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| God, give me a piece of heaven and wine and bread,
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| For my life to continue, you see everything.
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| God, give me a piece of happiness to divide into parts
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| I hear a voice close to my heart, I hear it with my heart.
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| I hear with my heart.
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| Under the mask, as always, I will hide my pain
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| And I will make a prayer.
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| Chorus:
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| God, give me a piece of heaven and wine and bread,
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| For my life to continue, you see everything.
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| God, give me a piece of happiness to divide into parts
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| I hear a voice close to my heart, I hear it with my heart.
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| I hear with my heart. |