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[Andrea Cantarelli, Roberto Tiranti] |
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Deep in the bottom of my heart |
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I keep all the memories of my past. |
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Believe me |
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I really don't know, |
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If it's right of not. |
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I follow the traces of you that you left on the snow of my soul. |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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I'll be ready to turn this page |
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Trying to survive day by day |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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I will laugh about all this pain |
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Maybe tomorrow but not today |
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Feeling so cold |
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In this morning sun |
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Where is my faith when I need to pray |
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Now I just need to have back my own life |
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Finally I realize (that) your image is fading away |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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I'll be ready to turn this page |
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Trying to survive day by day |
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Maybe tomorrow |
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I will laugh about all this pain |
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Maybe tomorrow but not today |
