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We could have saved them one by one |
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All the lovers left all alone |
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We could have killed them one by one |
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For putting beauty into vain words |
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Something is missing |
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When no more candles could light the dark |
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When no more roses could add some colors |
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When everything around me smells like someone |
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Who disappeared into your mirror |
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We are the saviours of our dignity |
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We are the leftovers of crucified generations |
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Made out of murders and of abuses |
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Digging the gap between moulded heads and the passion |
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We are the prayers needing no churches |
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We are the sense of all no name rebellions |
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We are the quitter and the rejected |
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We are the betrayal to a two thousand year old question. |