New April debuts another disguise
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There's a dead man on the couch
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Friday the 13th red, odd once again
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I swim between nothing and its half
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I swim amid the concept of being or existing
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If I am what I feel, I feel that you're not here
I feel that you're not here
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And it's that no tears are worth anything anymore
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Only the meager certainty that nothing will be the same
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And I opened my eyes to see
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If you were still there but it was already late
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And there's just a wall and some centuries left to wake me up
And if I think about it I already know
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I don't die in the attempt, but I come out wounded
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And enough to not be alive
I have the gift of timing
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I have the mettle and the capacity
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To miss you when you're no longer here
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I lose density by the moment
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I lose degrees and effectiveness
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Now I get it, there's no turning back here
There's no turning back anymore
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Because no tears are worth anything anymore
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Only the meager certainty that nothing will be the same
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And I opened my eyes to see
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If you were still there but it was already late
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And there's just a wall and some centuries left to wake me up
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And if I think about it I already know
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I don't die in the attempt, but I come out wounded
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And enough to open my eyes and understand
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That you weren't there because it was already late
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And only this wall and some centuries remain to wake me up
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And if I think about it I already know
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And that everything is deserved and it's quite serious already
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Thinking that everything, everything is going to end
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And if I look back I still find no reasons
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Who wants to open their eyes to see
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That there's nothing left to understand