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FailureThings happens the way we never expected / But anyway our life is already infected / Nights make you feel all alone

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Jul 13, 2010

The Bitter SweetI wish I could be the port for your ship / But My Island is no more than a desert / Where camels use to weep in deep

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Jul 14, 2010

Then and NowTwo souls that live one life / Two hearts that beat as one / Two hands with one knife

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Jul 13, 2010

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