| Wave of passion for the bars the waters I want do not have corals.
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| The letters on my hat are in Chinese ink.
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| It's nothing to go out on the street this morning, I realized it,
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| that the sun is very big and people are tired of so much sadness.
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| And with the foolishness of the wine we threw castles into the air,
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| and with the stupid wine we said unbearable things
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| and with the astonishing of the wine an I love you of mine escaped me,
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| Let's not blame the wine if I love you it's because I loved you.
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| Let's see that we don't blame wine if I love you it's because I loved you.
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| I look at you through my window and I have in my memory all your walks.
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| From tonight it no longer happens I want to eat the sky of your moles.
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| Look, if my good wishes were made of gold, I wouldn't work in life,
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| But I don't have palaces if I have hidden shame.
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| And with the foolishness of the wine we threw castles into the air,
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| and with the stupid wine we said unbearable things
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| and with the astonishing of the wine an I love you of mine escaped me,
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| Let's not blame the wine if I love you it's because I loved you.
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| Let's see that we don't blame wine if I love you it's because I loved you.
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| The slopes that are in my street are raised by the hunger that warns us,
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| mother's pout and even slow fire with what she is talking about,
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| If my white dress doesn't have the polka dots, now I'll paint them.
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| And now take out that bottle that this party asks for its glass of red wine.
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| And with the foolishness of the wine we threw castles into the air,
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| and with the stupid wine we said unbearable things
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| and with the astonishing of the wine an I love you of mine escaped me,
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| Let's not blame the wine if I love you it's because I loved you.
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| Goodbye to your protocol,
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| goodbye to good manners
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| tonight I stay with you,
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| that in my arena is fought with art,
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| he scrubs himself without gloves and without aprons.
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| Goodbye to your protocol,
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| goodbye to good manners
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| tonight I stay with you,
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| that in my arena is fought with art,
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| he scrubs himself without gloves and without aprons.
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| (Thanks to Rocío for these lyrics) |