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To I am talking to you but is wasting time, To you as you away from the rigour and melancholy cry, If I said was the truth because the truth has always been a lie, To thee I am to you but you forgive mother what I am saying.
To you you lack the courage to fight for you, To you you with Channel cover the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you who disregard these with their feet, To you I am left even when you were in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To thee I am speaking to you as and resigned, To you who sleep with pride and you stop playing your resentment cheap, To you you like to go martyr blame are just yours, To thee I am to you because no one else is that he understands I am saying.
To you you lack the courage to fight for you, To you you with Channel cover the traces of my kisses, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you who disregard these thinking their feet, To you I am alone even when you were in my company, To you and you do not anything, To you and you do not anything, anything.
To you and you do not have anything, and I at least This syndrome quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
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