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To thee I am talking to you but is time, To you as you step from the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I was the truth because the truth has always been a lie, To thee I am talking to you but you mother what I am saying.
To you you lack 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 thee I am to you as deaf and resigned, To you who with your pride and you stop playing with your cheap, To you you to go martyr apportioning blame are just yours, To thee I am to you because no one else is that he what I am saying.
To you that you lack the 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 these thinking with 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 left at This syndrome quererte of both. To you and you do not anything.
To you that you lack the courage to 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 have anything,