Deserto rosso, Il
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Everything hurts...
my hair,

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my eyes,
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my throat, my mouth...
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Am I shaking?
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A little. Perhaps it's the cold.
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Yes, I'm cold.
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So cold.
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I'm cold.
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You don't love me, do you?
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Why do you ask?
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I don't really know.
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I never get enough.
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Why do I always need other people?
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I must be stupid.
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That's why I don't make it.
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I'd like...
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all the people who ever loved me...
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here, around me...
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like a wall.
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Giuliana, tell me what happened.
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Nothing.
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Just think...
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nothing!

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