I never said goodbye
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I swear that day I couldn't find the words for you
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I was looking for the exact ones, but I couldn't find them
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It was like going up the hill where there is lava
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But I was happy with you, maybe you were a coat
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Maybe your belly button my haunted house
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Maybe I didn't know how to explain to you that I'm dying without you
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Maybe I covered my mouth and you didn't see me smile
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But she did it, I was very happy
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You don't always have what you wanted
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I remember the subway, the Gran Vía
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Of Christmas lights decorating every corner
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My down coat, the line of your eyes
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My rum, your Puerto de Indias with red fruits
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Before I looked at you out of the corner of my eye like a god
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Now what I look at are your photos, bye
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And you already know that I'm going to be here
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After meeting you where will I go
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I don't know a place that makes me happy
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That it does not go from your legs to your nose
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And you already know that I'm going to be here
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After meeting you where will I go
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I don't know a place that makes me happy
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That it does not go from your legs to your nose
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I never said goodbye
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I swear I did it in a letter that I never gave you |
I wanted to go through every corner of your body
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But Madrid is too big for a small-town child
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Do you remember how you hugged me?
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Do you remember the voice you used when you called?
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You looked like an excited girl, and you were
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And me too, but I was always silent
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Today I torture myself with that
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I can't go back, but writing to you lightens the weight
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I forgot to be fun and naughtier
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I was so nervous that I failed, I confess to you
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But that was far away, like you and me in the mirror
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Taking photos without complexes
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The first swifts that learned to fly two by two
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Today they fly alone, bye
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Goodbye and thank you for every second
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Goodbye my world, goodbye my course, my madness
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Today I lie where I kissed you in the dark
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Happy you made me believe again by now
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You don't owe me anything and I don't owe you either
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Love does not always win and even less when it is between crazy people
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But thanks for the shared stretch
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I promise to remember you and always be grateful
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But now let me cry
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Or is it that you are going to tell me what I should do until the end
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Let me cry at least before I jump |
From the abyss that produces imagining that you will not return
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Let me cry, I have told you
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It is as if someone dies, but there is neither body nor niche
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Cause he's alive and he's gone because he wanted to
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But you have to miss him like a deceased
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And you already know that I'm going to be here
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After meeting you where will I go
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I don't know a place that makes me happy
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That it does not go from your legs to your nose
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And you already know that I'm going to be here
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After meeting you where will I go
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I don't know a place that makes me happy
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That it does not go from your legs to your nose
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And you already know that I'm going to be here
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After meeting you where will I go
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I don't know a place that makes me happy
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That it does not go from your legs to your nose
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And you already know that I'm going to be here
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After meeting you where will I go
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I don't know a place that makes me happy
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That it does not go from your legs to your nose
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Goodbye |