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Ti vedo |
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Assurgere imprecisa |
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Chiara in volto |
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Le lacrime ti fanno ancora male |
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Sul viso marzo, inconcludente fine |
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But now the sun shine cold |
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And we don't care about |
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Our deep blue lips |
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And we'don't need thin words, yes |
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To celebrate my love stand still |
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You, just drop your sand |
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Brown eyes and pray |
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To hear me say: |
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To many days I spent for you, |
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I cried for us |
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Turn on |
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The files |
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They stand in your room |
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Gramophone tells of a cry |
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Your mouth |
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Your breathe |
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They week on glass pain |
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Spring time comes in darkness you name |
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Shout up |
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Dream on |
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No I feel no gain o girl |
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Touch my feverish brown |
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For you |
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For you |
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No music, no pain, o love |
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Sever the line that divides |
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Still need a music |
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Nobody knows it |
