[Music: Santos Lyrics: Dias/Frade]
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["It's hard when we can't decipher what's on somebody else's mind, and yet we're sure it's something about us. Happiness is too weak so it's got to be taken care of every day. This one describes a death of a love."]
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Something about your manners
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Surprises me every day, but no
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Things are not the same in our lives
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here lies a doleful soul
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could it be a refusal?
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Or just a way you just found to be mean
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Such a narrow allegiance to such a weak happiness
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Carry me in this chamber
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Lie...you might find me so lost
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But it's just me: a light that can't be seen
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You might find me pathetic
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Omniscient in my grave
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Something about your scars
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Makes me laugh and wonder why
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Would you be open-minded enough
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To fail in your trail
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Doomed in the stanzas (that the poet has made)
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Painted in the canvas (a forlorn self-portrait)
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It made me like this...you failed before me
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A Letter To A Narrow Allegiance
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| Venin Noir |
