With each week that passes at the heart of the greatest dramas
In all these pretty sentences each of my tears
All day long the things where I linger
Over the years everywhere I look
From evening to morning night after night
At work and even at home
In direct sunlight or in the rain
Wherever I go, I pay attention to the smallest detail
In each of my steps, in each of my gestures
I can't find the right words to fill your absence
In each of my steps in each of my gestures
There are no good words there is no good silence
Each strange impression is a last greeting
A thought in memory an air of deja vu
The month of the dead the holiday season
Is upon us and then everything stops
From evening to morning night after s night
At work and even at home
In full sun or in the rain
Wherever I go, see in the smallest detail
In each of my steps in each of my gestures
I can't find the right words to fill your absence
In each of my steps in each of my gestures
There are no good words there There is no good silence
From evening to morning night after night
At work and even at home
In full sun or in the rain
Wherever I... pay attention to the smallest detail
In each of my steps in each of my gestures
I can't find the right words to fill your absence
In each of my steps in each of my gestures
There are no good words there is no good silence
In each of my steps in each of my gestures
I can't find the right ones words to fill your absence
In each of my steps in each of my gestures
There are no good words there is no good silence

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