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I lost a friend of spirit |
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Last year during the month of June |
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Since then I started analysing |
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And my life got another tune |
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I broke with my old ways |
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On which I drift with empty gladness |
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Knowing that life's to short |
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To be in deep sadness |
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This is my life |
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I can't live it twice |
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All I can give |
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Is a piece of my heart |
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I don't wanna die |
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Without facing lifes lie |
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All I can give |
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Is a piece of my heart |
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Of my heart |
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Of my heart |
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Of my heart |
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I lost my old black coach of sorrow |
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When I start to look with childish eyes |
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And in that world of no tommorow |
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I found my key to paradise |
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At least I left old fears behind me |
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The gost and phantoms of the past |
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Hoping that my love and face |
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And hope forever last |
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This is my life |
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I can't live it twice |
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All I can give |
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Is a piece of my heart |
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I don't wanna die |
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Without facing lifes lie |
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All I can give |
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Is a piece of my heart |
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Of my heart |
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Of my heart |
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Of my heart |
