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You're not...
I still remember that afternoon we met
I still remember that night you said goodbye
Mornings without your eyes do not make sense
And things are slowly losing its taste.
I have to admit that I'm not the same
I'm still tied to the mirage of your kisses, your voice
I have to admit that since you gone
A piece of my life, i don't know where it lost.
And you're not, no where are your
If tomorrow comes the night falls I do not care
And I do not know what the hell I can do
If life costs me, stabs me in the skin here.
And you're not here ...
I still remember the smile that cured everything
And the hours passed slowly in that chair
Autumn with the Wind and took your eyes
The winter is gone, but stayed cold.
It pains me to admit that I'm not the same
I'm still tied to the mirage of your kisses, your voice.
I still remember that night you said goodbye
Mornings without your eyes do not make sense
And things are slowly losing its taste.
I have to admit that I'm not the same
I'm still tied to the mirage of your kisses, your voice
I have to admit that since you gone
A piece of my life, i don't know where it lost.
And you're not, no where are your
If tomorrow comes the night falls I do not care
And I do not know what the hell I can do
If life costs me, stabs me in the skin here.
And you're not here ...
I still remember the smile that cured everything
And the hours passed slowly in that chair
Autumn with the Wind and took your eyes
The winter is gone, but stayed cold.
It pains me to admit that I'm not the same
I'm still tied to the mirage of your kisses, your voice.
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