EL Matador Alegre - Lanson Place, KL

Is there something wrong with me? 
Missing pieces 
Selfish dreams
You said my name 
I walked on by
I'm far from here a thousand miles

Who we are is what we do 
Ask the dust for answers 

There is nothing left unsaid
All the mystery is gone and dead 

Who we are is what we do
Ask the dust for answers 

Your hand in mine 
Unconscious all the time
Black turns to grey 
I hope there is another way
Your hand in mine 
Unconscious all the time
Black turns to grey
I hope there is another way

Just keep breathing
All we have to do is 
Just keep breathing

Just keep breathing
All we have to do is 
Just keep breathing

Written by:
Giovanni Massari, Giuseppe Vallenari

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