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.KiLTЯo.: Barcarole
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.KiLTЯo.: There's a flaming red horizon that screams our names
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.KiLTЯo.: Rema na maré
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.KiLTЯo.: E o mar parou
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.KiLTЯo.: Tell me no lies, has peace arrived
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.KiLTЯo.: Cover me through the fire
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.KiLTЯo.: I haven't felt my legs
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.KiLTЯo.: Nuestras almas al flotar
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.KiLTЯo.: Way to east
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.KiLTЯo.: I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
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.KiLTЯo.: Tu scappi e poi ti nascondi
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.KiLTЯo.: It starts when we dissapear
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.KiLTЯo.: Pressure points
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.KiLTЯo.: Disparar contra las sombras tapando el sol
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.KiLTЯo.: Helpless to the ground
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.KiLTЯo.: In the neon sign scrolling up and down
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.KiLTЯo.: Mirage
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.KiLTЯo.: Emotional weather report
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.KiLTЯo.: More than this
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.KiLTЯo.: I talk to the wind
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.KiLTЯo.: Broken pacific
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.KiLTЯo.: Don’t believe in magic
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.KiLTЯo.: Before you open up your eyes
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.KiLTЯo.: My ashes find a way beyond the fog
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.KiLTЯo.: They say we're coming to the end of the line
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.KiLTЯo.: Remembering before all this
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.KiLTЯo.: James
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.KiLTЯo.: Broken glass in every tree
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.KiLTЯo.: Flying over my head
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.KiLTЯo.: For you