There are songs that keep me dreaming. That keep me wishing I were not the Enida that I am. That keep me wandering away from the Enida that I should be. The songs that actually keep me believing what I am not.
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And then, there are songs that keep me in. That keep me in me. That keep me down. To earth. Away from the heavens where I thought I have been to. And back. There are songs that keep me real.
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I am sorry that you have to see it all.
To see Enida, her truth and all her lies.
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All.
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Questa è Enida 
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