| sunrise with him
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| By my side is not the same as being with you
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| It's not that it's bad, not to mention
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| But he needs to mature, he is almost a child
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| white as yogurt
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| Without that bull that you carry in your chest
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| flower fragility
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| Nothing to do with my favorite pervert
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| Without your nails scratching my back
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| Without your hands that squeeze me everything changes
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| Without your tongue poisoned my throat
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| Without your teeth that torture and sweeten I don't feel anything
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| Make love to another, no, no, no
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| It's not the same thing, there are no pink stars
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| They do not distill the pores of the body
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| Ambrosia sprinkled with I love you
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| Make love with another no, no no
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| It's like doing nothing, lack of fire in the eyes
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| It is missing to give the love in each kiss
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| And feel like you can reach the sky
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| I wanted to forget you with him
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| I wanted to avenge all your infidelities
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| And he turned me out so bad
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| It's even hard for me to breathe his own air
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| The strands of your curly black hair
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| Your hips sharp and slippery
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| That beard that scraped like sandpaper
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| And your crooked smile is the best thing in my life
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| Make love to another, no, no, no
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| It's not the same thing, there are no pink stars
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| They do not distill the pores of the body
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| Ambrosia sprinkled with I love you
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| Make love to another, no, no, no
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| It's like doing nothing, there's no fire in the look
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| It is missing to give the soul in each kiss
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| And feel like you can reach the sky |