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Flowers of the world

Marco Prates 

Sometimes I feel cold

I stay waiting for you to come heating me

I got sad when I look to the high and I think

That beneath this sky you are there as well

Sometimes I want to runaway, think about laughing, want to cry

I remember the time that you and me were us

And I know that some day everyone goes

And I wonder if it is worth to fight

But for me everything is worth if it is for you

 

When I want everything

I don’t have anything

We are flowers in a world

Where we go on roads

 

Why are you like that?

I think this could be our end

But everything depends on your point of view

Silent walls without escape

The life has always the doors open

To insane things always uncertain

 

When I want everything

I don’t have anything

We are flowers in a world

Where we go on roads

When I want everything

I don’t have anything

We are flowers in a world

Where we go on roads

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