| After all this ending
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| In reality
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| It is the beginning of a war without quarter
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| that humiliates and embarrasses
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| Neither do I recognize that I love you
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| How to look each other in the eye and know
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| what has become of us
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| Leave it, we have already stained ourselves well
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| the whole soul
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| And the worst thing is that we continue
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| Prisoners of this intense hate
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| Look at us, what has become of us two
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| Veterans of a love that filled us with life, uoh
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| Look at us in this bleak ring
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| Putting a price on a dishonor that alone sows wounds
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| how stupid both of you
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| How sad this lowering of the curtain
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| How many moments will remain unremembered
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| Already buried forever by eagerness
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| And the indecent rage
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| That makes us these crazy for no reason
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| Who only step on broken plates with pain
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| In his circus of rubble
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| Leave it, we have already stained ourselves well
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| the whole soul
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| And the worst thing is that we continue
 | 
| Prisoners of this intense hate
 | 
| Look at us, what has become of us two
 | 
| Veterans of a love that filled us with life, uoh
 | 
| Look at us in this bleak ring
 | 
| Putting a price on a dishonor that alone sows wounds
 | 
| how stupid both of you
 | 
| How sad this lowering of the curtain
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| And now look at us, what has become of us two
 | 
| Veterans of a love that filled us with life uoh
 | 
| Look at us in this bleak ring
 | 
| Putting a price on a dishonor that alone sows wounds
 | 
| how stupid both of you
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| How sad this lowering of the curtain |