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I

Marco Prates 

It’d be strange if I could have a chance, if the minutes could stop when I see you

Everything is clearer now that I’ve never been part of you

The remembrances that I didn’t have, the moment that I restrained myself and didn’t act because I couldn’t understand you

 

I don’t want to understand what you have to say

I will have to learn how to walk alone

I am myself without you, was it what you meant?

I

 

 

It’d be strange if I could think more about me than trying to understand you

If everything could have the importance that I imagine that everything should have

The messages never read, hardly not replied

Made me believe that I lost you

 

 

But I don’t want to understand what you have to say

I will have to learn how to walk alone

I am myself without you, was it what you meant?

I

 

 

The remembrances that I built don’t combine with your dreams

When I miss you it makes me feel losing a dream that wasn’t mine

It was never mine

It was never mine

It was never mine

It was never mine

It was never mine

It was never mine

It was never mine

It was never mine

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