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Sometimes, I'm looking down, on the floor, |
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I go without useless things around me, around me; |
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and maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm crazy, yes, |
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but I need silence, I need a sweet absence... |
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Let me go, my love, let me go in my darkness, |
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because I need to know again, to know again... |
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I PLAY WITH THE DARK SIDE OF MY MIND, |
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AND I EXORCIZE THE MONSTERS OF YOUR INTRINSIC HATE, |
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AND I WILL LOVE YOUR EYES WITH ALL MY SCORN, |
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WITHOUT FEAR AND WITHOUT CANT, BECAUSE MY SOUL IS FREE! |
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And now I'm looking over the stars, |
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and a little child are singing in my heart. |
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Oh no!, it's my brain, and this is the key, my friend, |
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to know our mind to love the things, the world, the life! |
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