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I've already gotten used to your voice
With your face and your gaze
It split me in two
And now I search for what is my half

When you're not here
I miss myself
And I miss my body next to yours

My heart is so crude and so poor
It 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 quickly to me
For I don't know how to wait
We've made too many promises already

And I've already gotten used to your voice
When I'm with you, I'm at peace

When you're not here
My spirit gets lost
It flies far away