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If I could tell you
How many times I wanted to die
How many times walking on the edge
I was, I got close
To the hell
Of the mind
That hell
That truly exists
If I could tell you
How many times I cried to understand
How many times I was on the verge
Of letting myself go
To the hell
Of the mind
That hell
That truly exists, truly exists

If I could really tell you
The habits
I'm not proud of
The melancholies, the nostalgias
Even regrets
For the things that if I had now
Still here in front of me
I would do them again
Exactly like that
Yes
Same mistakes, same passions
And the same disappointments, yes

If I could tell you
How many times I wanted to risk
On one side mental balance
And on the other to fly
Over the hell
Of the mind
That hell
That truly exists, truly exists

If I could really tell you
The habits
I'm not proud of
The melancholies, the nostalgias
Even regrets
For the things that if I had now
Still here in front of me
I would do them again
Exactly like that
Yes
Same mistakes, same passions
And the same, same, same disappointments, yes

Living to love
Living to dream
Living to risk
And living to become
Living for now
Living the same
Living by mistake
And living with passion
Living only
Living continuously
Living without memory
And without regret
Dararara
Without regret
Dararara
Without regret
Dararara
Without regret

If I could tell you