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