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Solo

Art of Dying

Alone

It's got me on my head again.
Close can be so misleading.
It's hard enough to get to know yourself.
Into words I cough my feelings.
I don't know the half of it but, this I finally figured out:
I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.

Ignorance eats for free.
There's more questions than there's reason.
Time smiles, forever laughing by.
End is prey for the beginning.
Lost track, forgot who's losing.
A mouth opens up inside.

I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.

It's got me on my head again.
Close can be so misleading.
It's hard enough to get to know yourself.

I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.
I used to think that being alone meant being by myself.
Now I know, to truly be alone means being without you.

Solo

Me tiene de cabeza otra vez.
Cercano puede ser tan engañoso.
Ya es bastante difícil conocerte a ti mismo.
En palabras toso mis sentimientos.
No sé ni la mitad de esto, pero finalmente lo descubrí:
Solía pensar que estar solo significaba estar por mi cuenta.
Ahora sé que estar verdaderamente solo significa estar sin ti.

La ignorancia come gratis.
Hay más preguntas que razones.
El tiempo sonríe, riendo eternamente.
El final es presa del comienzo.
Perdí la pista, olvidé quién está perdiendo.
Una boca se abre en mi interior.

Solía pensar que estar solo significaba estar por mi cuenta.
Ahora sé que estar verdaderamente solo significa estar sin ti.

Me tiene de cabeza otra vez.
Cercano puede ser tan engañoso.
Ya es bastante difícil conocerte a ti mismo.

Solía pensar que estar solo significaba estar por mi cuenta.
Ahora sé que estar verdaderamente solo significa estar sin ti.
Solía pensar que estar solo significaba estar por mi cuenta.
Ahora sé que estar verdaderamente solo significa estar sin ti.

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