| As ages pass and fly away
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| The men kept battling
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| But in the end nobody cares
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| What I went through
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| I felt him growing inside of me
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| Felt him moving inside of me
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| And I wondered, «How can I be so in love
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| With someone I don’t even see?»
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| So here I am laid on the floor
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| And they keep battling
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| Sendor is both my enemy
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| And my kindred soul
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| How I wish that he still could see
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| His true love when he looks at me
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| In this battle against the inevitable fate
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| The one who really lost is me
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| He passed away, hopelessly
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| He passed away in front of my eyes
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| When his little life had just begun
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| You don’t know what I’d give
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| Just to hold him once again
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| In my arms
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| In my arms…
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| Daltor is blind and not intent
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| But he keeps battling
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| He’s so completely stuck inside
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| His vindictive mind
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| And while I’m making my worn out plea
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| He falls down landing on his knee
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| And now Sendor’s really tired of this game
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| So he hits him and knocks him down
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| He passed away, hopelessly
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| He passed away in front of my eyes
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| When his little life had just begun
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| You don’t know what I’d give
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| Just to hold him once again
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| In my arms
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| And feel the rhythm of his gentle breath here on my chest
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| While I sing to him a lullaby
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| And this pain I must endure
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| Fate’s not ours to decide
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| We can’t control our lives
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| We have to learn to cope
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| And move on…
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| (Anima mia, che riposi in tormento
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| Nei sogni ti sento, ritorna da me!)
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| He passed away, hopelessly
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| He passed away in front of my eyes
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| When his little life had just begun
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| You don’t know what I’d give
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| Just to hold him once again
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| In my arms
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| And feel the rhythm of his gentle breath here on my chest
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| While I sing to him a lullaby
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| And this pain I must endure
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| We can’t control our lives
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| I just try to cope—and to move on
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| For I do believe we will meet again
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| And I’ll hold him tight
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| In my arms… |