Borsato Marco
The Truth
The Truth
I think of what you feel
I think of how you laugh
I think of all that love you gave me < br/>And what you expect
Of what you think of me
And how you live for me
I avoid your eyes
When they want to understand me
Every time they look at me
I make sure I just miss them
When you stand in front of me
I keep fleeing into your arms
So I can't bet
What the truth is
Every day you tell me
How much you love me
How nice you live in security
How you trust me
How do you tell someone
That the earth is no longer round
That the birds no longer fly
And the sun no longer shines
How do I tell you
That the life you lived
That the love you felt
Soon disappears
You're losing me
You're losing me
It's the truth
How do I tell someone
That the earth is no longer round
That the birds no longer fly
And the sun no longer shines
How do I tell you
That the life you lived
And the love you felt
Soon disappearing
You're losing me
The truth

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