I listen, I listen
I'm even quite often convinced
I listen, maybe too much, I listen
To the point that in the end I don't know anymore

I understand them, I understand people
I manage to enter their sadness, their happiness
I hear them, I hear people
And I feel that, that I am one of them
And I feel that, that I am one of them
And I feel that, that I am one of them

And I'm scared, because I fear
To be with them what I think of myself
And I'm scared of every word I hold back
But I'll have my chance because I hear those who dance finally telling me "come"

I hear them, I hear people
I manage to enter their sadness, their happiness
I understand them, I understand people
And I feel that, that I am one of them
And I feel that, that I am one of them
And I feel that, that I am one of them

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