| Forgive me, something flooded
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| Here the other day I saw such a cute couple.
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| You won't believe it, but they are over 60 somewhere.
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| They hold hands, he hid her from the wind.
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| And I'm at the bus stop, waiting for the bus,
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| This is the kind of adult love.
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| I don’t make inquiries, I put it down a long time ago,
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| Somewhere I heard with my ear that you were kind of in a position.
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| And if there is a daughter, I hope not for my mother,
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| After all, he will call and see we played a wedding.
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| And I'm not rushing things, I just want to love her,
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| Even though my parents like it.
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| And she even prem my disgusting character,
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| And that I rarely call, zero balance.
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| At the entrance in the slates, as if overheated in the sun,
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| I will stay with my brother, on my loddy.
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| Chorus:
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| Inside me, she is alone and even in my head.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| In a straight line now, and not along stones.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| Inside me, she is alone and even in my head.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| In a straight line now, and not along stones.
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| She is calm and does not nag for trifles,
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| No longer needed, but others were simply spiers.
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| My jokes even tell her
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| I don’t get tired of her as of my muddied.
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| Put it on my account, because I merge into the kiosk,
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| Before going to bed, he writes, like he's bored.
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| While we share with our brother about ours,
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| No matter what happens, the brother is not going anywhere.
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| She is waiting at home, but I'm not in a hurry to go there,
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| This is love without conditions, yes.
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| There is always food, I am not hungry with it,
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| And you are the last penny, for yourself for fashion.
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| Doesn't change me cause it's useless
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| I'm used to turnip, because rap is a disease for me
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| In short, everything is as it should, she's just there,
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| This is what love is, and there is no need for another.
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| Chorus:
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| Inside me, she is alone and even in my head.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| In a straight line now, and not along stones.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| Inside me, she is alone and even in my head.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| In a straight line now, and not along stones.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| Inside me, she is alone and even in my head.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| In a straight line now, and not along stones.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| Inside me, she is alone and even in my head.
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| This is the kind of love she has for me,
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| In a straight line now, and not along stones. |