Who says they don't hurt
Footprints in the sand?
Your footprint was taken away by the sea
But the moon is still there
But that moon is my condemnation
Slowly in the morning
Shake yourselves at night
The living voices of memory
They disguise themselves as intuition
And in a voice your voice hides
And in a voice your voice hides
And I know that maybe
You will never listen to my song, I know
And I know © maybe
I'll keep using you like this, stealing my inspiration
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the moon
As long as I keep listening to your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you, about you
I talk about you
Life hides from me
br/>Behind an unfulfilled promise
Where some inspiration is born
Where another song is born
And I no longer know who is hiding
I no longer know what is hidden
And I know that maybe
You will never listen to my song I know
And I I know that maybe
I will continue using you, stealing my inspiration
As long as I continue to see your face in the face of the moon
As long as I continue to hear your voice
As long as I continue to hear your voice
br/>Among the waves and among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because each song tells me about you, about you, about you
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the moon
As long as I keep listening to your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you , from you
I will continue searching or I will continue escaping
Maybe from you, maybe from more
I will continue looking for an explanation ³
To this song too
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the moon
As long as I keep hearing your voice
Among the waves and between the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song tells me about you, about you, about you
As long as I keep seeing your face in the face of the moon
As long as keep listening to your voice
Among the waves and among the foam
As long as I have to change the radio station
Because every song speaks to me about you, about you, about you
It speaks to me about you, I talked about you
About you, I talked about you

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