| When visions and sick precision’s awaiting at night
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| I guess you’ll be confessing soon that you’re evading me right
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| Hating me, right, waiting me, right
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| Just caught with the fire, call me a liar on this funeral part about desire
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| Seasons sighing, sighing, all predicting the end
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| Going for the dim martyrs, they were saying amen
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| Spraying and swinging with automatics, got the mics erratic
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| It look so static, it’s all dark as an attic, he knew without you
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| No deberia aparecer ahora
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| No deberia mirar me así
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| No deberia hacer que te enamoras
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| No deberia jugar así
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| Tu no deberias estar en mi persona
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| A veces creo que lo dejo
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| Y a veces creo que lo sueno con tener te
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| If only time could go slower
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| If only space could bring us closer
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| If we could be more than just lovers
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| If you believe that our love is not strong
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| This game is over
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| This game is over
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| Never had to doubt you but these wounds were inflicted
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| Perusing them soon but recollections still restricted
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| My mind talks and talks, smoke some fire and brimstone
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| Telling me we had our fun but it’s over in dim tones
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| And all our sins showing in the heat of the moment
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| So potent till the goading get going and now is growing
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| And you rolling and throttling, falling like roses, swollen and growing in the
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| blast
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| The throne with dishonor to close up my past |