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I have learned that in this world there's nothing perfectAnd the more I dig, the more I get lost in itShe has the eyes of December and a smile she could sellBut I can't buy it from her, no, I'm always sadAnd this feeling is common, as common as gravityAs she burns like cigarettes in front of meI used to have all the answers to the questionsAnd the more I looked, the more they got awayShe was a beast in her manners and a vampire in bedBut I would still pay to call her mademoiselleAnd this feeling is common, as common as despairAs she disappears again into thin airI was a ghost on the day that I met herAnd the more I ran, the more I got behindShe wore a brown dress and slept in sheets of silverAnd had a waist so thin she could fit into a needleAnd this feeling is common, as common as blind datesAs she makes her way through this empty spaceAnd this feeling is common, as common as my deathAs she makes her way in with my breath From Letras Mania