what's going on tell me
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At a glance you are different from the landscape.
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Your friends are here too
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How critical is it?
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And a Latin rhythm caresses my drum.
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a play on words
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And I don't like body language
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Because that's how you give and it's only allowed to see
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But the eyes are hard to beat
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It's all a show and we have to wait.
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A section to see you is not normal
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And also different from the landscape
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Without the whole scene, in Shanti Bunti
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I came for an hour and left.
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And meanwhile he pours for me
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Semi-dry white wine.
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Full of men, all robots
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He is the only one who moves.
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Dime amiga como lo haces
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what's going on tell me
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how are you natural
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In a world of pictures?
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You tell me why
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I think this is critical
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In the meantime, you're the one who's making excuses.
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A section to see you is not normal
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And also different from the landscape
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Without the whole scene, in Shanti Bunti
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I came for an hour and left.
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And in the meantime pour her again
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Semi-dry white wine.
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Full of women all of color
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And only from her is excited
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Dime amigo como lo haces
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And the evening is over, we are all tired
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So let's go home.
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And if we talk tomorrow, you'll know it was right to approach
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How are you different from the landscape?
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Makes me forget when I don't see
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The end is with you
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come close to me it's the end of the evening |