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To I am talking to you but is wasting time, To you as you step away the rigour and melancholy cry, If ever I said was the truth because the truth has always a lie, To thee I am talking to you but you forgive mother I am saying.
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 anything, anything.
To you who these thinking 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 your and you stop playing your resentment cheap, To you you like to go martyr apportioning that are yours, To thee I am to you because no one else is he understands what I am saying.
To you that you lack the 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 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 anything, and I left at least This syndrome incurable of both. To you and you do not anything.
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