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From some time I'm afraid and so week, |
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unlike the youth |
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From some time I never looked up hi, |
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always looking down below |
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Fake smiles now, but I cried so much in the day |
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From some time I can't run, |
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I thought I could go anywhere |
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Bring back that passion in sight |
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Or else that precious thing will pass away |
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Is it just me, who's pretending |
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I don't hear that noise inside of me? |
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Is it you, who's pretending to be blind |
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on everything of the world? |
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Is it the lie, we hide the words that we want to be heard? |
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Is it the truth, we choose the heat that we want to feel? |
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Bring back that passion in sight |
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Or else that precious thing will pass away |
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We've grown but everything stays remained |
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We are just hiding the truth |
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There's always good and bad, black and white |
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Truth should be told, no fears be told, no fears |
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Bring back that passion in sight |
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Or else that precious thing will pass away |
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Always the same, you never left anything |
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You know for sure that you do |
