My first kiss in your corners was perfect
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I didn't know what that was, fucking nerves
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I still remember it, it was Novartis when I got out of school
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And it was in Congress where I said for the first time: "I love you"
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And I don't love you anymore, I don't want any more walks around the port
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No more cafes or shops in downtown Barna
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You start dating Marina Gracia they are not women's names
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They are areas where you can forget them
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And it is that in Barcelona love is hard to forget
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And they forget about the hangover down the boulevards going down to the sea
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Every place is special with me
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In this city the phrase that hurts the most is "Can you be my friend?"
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Which is the same as saying that Barna is great
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And that someone has replaced you
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Call a buddy go away lost admirer
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And how many times have you felt like this?
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If you think about it, there is always Barna and a scar
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Barcelona is the city that saw me born
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And if I were born again I would choose her again
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It is the perfect place to not be perfect
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The city where to fall is not a defect
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Barcelona is the city that saw me born
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And if I were born again I would choose her again |
It is the perfect place for the imperfect
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The city where falling is a beginning
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The music was perhaps the trigger for ours
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Although success was intuited, you did not want to see it
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My first concert at Carmelo, Boca Nord hall
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I wanted to be a rapper in Barcelona like Z and El Titó
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You were cold, I was hot (I was hot)
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You wanted to escape to another place and I didn't
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I stay in Barna, in my little New York
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Where the photos are without flash because we have the Sun
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Where if love dies, it is always the fault of both
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And this Sunday the church of the sea is covered with rice
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Because when a love dies in Barcelona, another better than the previous one is born
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Although you never forget that relationship (Me)
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Not even those afternoons alone at the Mirablau
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And those kisses in the Sant Pau metro
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And those looks when leaving class
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Not even the sex in changing rooms of the Portal del Ángel
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Barcelona is the city that saw me born
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And if I were born again I would choose her again
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It is the perfect place to not be perfect
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The city where to fall is not a defect
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Barcelona is the city that saw me born |
And if I were born again I would choose her again
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It is the perfect place for the imperfect
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The city where falling is a beginning
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Yao… How many are left, how many will come?
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Who cares, you are always there with me
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My city, refuge, Barcelona |