| a little room with a lattice window
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| here i live there’s nothing more
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| outside concrete, grey and cold
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| this is my home, i’m the one who’s left
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| the second made me be the one i am
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| the stories people tell here are heavy
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| and this is mine…
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| oh my love was great,
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| thought that i am the only one you need
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| you gave me the only
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| meaning to my life
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| i changed everything for you
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| said that we’d love until we die
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| and somehow
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| we made the words come true
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| the first year we were together
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| nothing bad i did expect
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| two people in a world full of honey
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| and slowly i got blind
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| something happenedin the second year
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| we were kissing but our eyes weren’t closed
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| and sex became a different thing
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| than we did a few weeks ago
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| i didn’t want to realize it
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| i didn’t want to see
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| you said you went to the doctor
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| what a beautiful lie
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| for the time we didn’t speak too much
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| and what we spoke was simply shit
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| i knew i would like to get rid of it
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| so one day you were calling the «doctor»
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| and i saw you leaving our home
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| i followed you to his place |