| She… her name is Norma…
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| And fate never taught him the way
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| In which a dream turns into nightmares
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| And forget under the blows and the rules
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| Of the man with whom her marriage conforms
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| Six years ago she married for love
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| Because someone promised her that she would be her mediator for her problems
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| And today she reproaches herself with sorrow, that someone is the culprit that she cut
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| her veins
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| And that she would finish the desire to live, to go out, to live together, to love and feel
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| Cause when he's around it's the best part of the day
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| From him her work ends, from her begins her agony
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| She doesn't know about parties or places
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| With so many tears she could fill two seas
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| She asks her saint of her in almost all the altars to protect her
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| Until life separates them
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| She lives in a novel, be an odyssey that ends
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| She wants that romance of fights to take the tide
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| Wherever you are, you are the one you want
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| But then when you see that a love is not hit
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| I went through many forgotten and unaware times
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| Why am I early and dinner is not hot
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| She's so innocent, young and vulnerable
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| She feels that if she loses him and her she will not find anyone
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| That he accompany her, that he does not harm her, his love for her does not tarnish her, that he deceives her
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| She longed for a son five years ago, and that fixed dream was ripped out of her with blows
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| I correct, she is not to blame for being an angel who never had a sunrise
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| And she had to be born in a rotten sky, abuse from her father, from life, her husband
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| Your luck was never worse he received a blow that perhaps this time he did not know
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| I raised
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| In a bed in a constant coma the love that was not strong out there died
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| Live in a novel, be an odyssey that ends
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| She wants that romance of fights to take the tide
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| Wherever you are, you are the one you want
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| But then when you see that a love is not hit |