I've gotten used to your voice
Your face and your gaze
They broke me in two
And now I'm looking for what is my half
When not You're here
I miss myself
And I miss my body next to yours
My heart is so Âso crude and so poor
He still doesn't know the ways of the world
When you're not here
I'm afraid of myself
And I miss your body next to mine
Come to me quickly
I don't know how to wait
We've already made too many promises
And I've gotten used to your voice
When I'm with you I'm at peace
When you're not here
My spirit is lost, it flies far

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