| A woman like that, woman like you are
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| To need a man for himself
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| And for us there is no future
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| A woman like that, she has to be with whom
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| Every night you wait for it and you are there
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| Because an hour of love is not what you want
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| And you deserve more than what you have
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| Think, think about your life
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| Even if between us, it's a finished story
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| Think, that you are still beautiful
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| For me you are always the one
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| And tomorrow I will miss you, and oi where I will be
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| Arrogance of the quore that it vanishes a little
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| What torture to understand, that I will have to do without you
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| And fill that time I'm not sure of what
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| And tomorrow I'll miss you, and that's right
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| A woman like this must have more
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| To wake up safe with whom
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| Share the small realities beyond the bed
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| And give you established as you want
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| Think, think about your life
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| And it recovers the days and nights of waiting
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| Only I don't know how to see you
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| Stay here and lomorarti
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| And tomorrow I miss it, and where will I be
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| Arrogance of the quore that takes a little revenge
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| And I would like to try again, even making love with you
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| Maybe it's best to leave everything as it is
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| And tomorrow I'll miss you, and where will I be
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| And to think I had a woman like that
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| Such a woman ...
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| A woman like that |