| Disappear in complete disarray; |
| reaffirm what our grandfathers say.
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| Love the kisses that I’ll be sending you, play the rhythm that I’m pretending
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| to.
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| Take the time to find out why I bowed out…
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| I was flat on my own, my darling; |
| fought the lessons of grace for so long…
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| When your trip’s only five meters long, and you find you’ve been grown all
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| along,
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| Join the living innoxious lullabies; |
| only sleeping cabróns could sympathize.
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| Only they could forget their consciousness…
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| I was flat on my own, my darling; |
| fought the lessons of grace for so long…
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| You can’t stop laughing if you can’t stop falling.
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| It makes you wonder whether he is calling.
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| Give them a token, give them a token to play…
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| Phone stops ringing when I play your number.
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| No bad loving could pervade my slumber.
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| Give them a token, give them a token to play…
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| Minor love can be shorn like a scarf…
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| Fairy tales are beheld to depart…
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| You can’t stop laughing if you can’t stop falling.
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| It makes you wonder whether he is calling.
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| Give them a token, give them a token to play… |