She would like to, first of all
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She wouldn't want things close
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Than the July rains are low
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Than eternal beaches hot
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She would want the impossible
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She would like another
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She wouldn't want things simple
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Already to love her, to be her guests
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And from my heart the keys
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She would want the impossible
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She would want the impossible
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Ana is not Ana, she is not Ana, she is not Ana
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She would like to play
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And at first glance a little
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As if she didn't care
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To live like yesterday
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She would want the impossible
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She would want that something
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From movies and novels
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From the lives of famous ladies
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What bad books teach
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She would want the impossible
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She would want the impossible
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Ana is not Ana, she is not Ana, she is not Ana
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That would want, that would want
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To warm her tiny hands
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Where the winter forest strips
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The eternal fire of your home
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She would want the impossible
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She would like to but she doesn't know
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That is how it is written to her
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That life always gives us
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Either less or too much
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Ana is not Ana, she is not Ana, she is not Ana |