I'm looking for you in the crowd
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And I still can't find you
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You are a part of me
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I run on foreign roads
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And I shout as loud as I can
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As my soul hurts, it hurts
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And I see you in anyone
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Who am I without you?
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Who am I without you?
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It's empty, empty, my heart
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It's empty, empty, it's deserted through it today
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You know, I'm always looking for you
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The minutes of my life are running out
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But maybe one day, in a picture, we'll smile
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I'm looking for you and I feel like you're lost in the world somewhere
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But maybe on the road we'll have an album picture
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He was a kid, about 20 years old
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The problem was beginning to appear
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His age kind of demanded money
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My mother, who was ill, was a saleswoman and had college
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Dad, old taxi driver, car dealer
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The days go by fast, and the tabs fly off the calendar
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The money disappears out of pocket
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They appear so rarely
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Sure, let him be a man
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He packed up and moved into a rent
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First job at the laundry
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Any plan goes wrong
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That everything is for a fee
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But one day, what luck, he fell in love immediately
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It was home and beautiful fire
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And for the first time he has a colorful heart
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Every mountain seems to be playing
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They had a movie-like life after a while
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Business, money, cars, they seemed to succeed
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Happiness at the door itself like never before
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She was pregnant, he was going to be a father
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You know, I'm always looking for you
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The minutes of my life are running out
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But maybe one day, in a picture, we'll smile
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I'm looking for you and I feel like you're lost in the world somewhere
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But maybe on the road we'll have an album picture
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He looks fulfilled, ready
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He's 28 now, a house under construction
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And a prichindel on the way
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Ha, what a picture of the album
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They always received greeting cards
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She hurried down the stairs on Friday the 13th
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He woke up at the hospital with infusions, doctors by the bed
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He spoke alone, desperately, repeating that it was not true
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It's over! |
He has no idea how to be a man
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The little one left, their world dusted
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Too hard to bear
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They went crazy one day
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She donates everything they have to a children's home
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The next day he crashed, at night, with a stranger in bed
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He sounds panicked
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But it sounds busy
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He lost everything
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He still refuses to believe
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He's still waiting, he's still telling the world he's coming soon
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Smiling, alone old man, he suffered for everyone
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It is clear in his eyes
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It's the corner researcher
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It's empty, empty, my heart
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It's empty, empty, it's deserted through it today
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You know, I'm always looking for you
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The minutes of my life are running out
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But maybe one day, in a picture, we'll smile
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I'm looking for you and I feel like you're lost in the world somewhere
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But maybe on the road we'll have an album picture
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I'm always looking for you
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The minutes of my life are running out
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But maybe one day, in a picture, we'll smile
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I'm looking for you and I feel like you're lost
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But maybe on the road we'll have an album picture |