| To whom do I tell in this bar my sufferings
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| With whom I will go to vent
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| If I can't find
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| I had already heard so many times that loving and wanting are not the same
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| What no one could ever tell me
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| that you were going to degar me
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| So how much I feel that the attachment hurts more than the pain
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| Now is how much I really understand my heart
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| He doesn't want you to go, if leaving is the way to stay,
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| go away and don't say goodbye
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| Chorus:
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| With what eyes will I see you leave
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| With what heart will I let you go?
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| With what eyes will I see you leave, with what heart will I let you go
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| If my face is a sea of tears and my heart a day without sun
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| Shoot me mom...
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| You don't know how beautiful my name sounded on your lips
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| When you happily came to me between times and hugs
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| How to forget that torrent of passion in your small eyes
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| Where for years the illusion of my dreams existed happily
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| If giving is how my freedom was received, I give you
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| Now is when I really understand my heart
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| He doesn't want you to go
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| But if leaving is the way to stay, go and don't say goodbye
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| Chorus:
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| With what eyes will I see you leave
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| With what heart will I let you go?
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| With what eyes will I see you leave
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| With what heart will I let you go, if my face is a sea of tears and my heart a
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| day without sun
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| Bachateame black… el torito…
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| With what eyes will I see you leave
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| With what heart will I let you go?
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| With what eyes will I see you leave
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| With what heart will I let you go, if my face is a sea of tears and my heart a
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| day without sun |