ours lasted
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How long two ice fish last
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In a whiskey on the rocks
|
instead of pretending
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Or, crash a glass of jealousy
|
she made him laugh
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Suddenly I saw myself
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Like a nobody's dog
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Barking, at the gates of heaven
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She left me a vanity case with grievances
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The honey on the lips
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And frost in your hair
|
They were right
|
My lovers
|
In that, before
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the bad guy was me
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With one exception:
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This time
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I wanted to love her to love
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and she doesn't
|
She so she gone
|
she left my heart
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In the bones
|
and me on my knees
|
from the taxi
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And, doing an excess
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She blew me two kisses...
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one per cheek
|
and i came back
|
to the curse
|
From the drawer without his clothes
|
to perdition
|
From the cocktail bars
|
to the cinderellas
|
of balance and corner
|
And for those sales
|
From the fine Laina
|
paying the bills
|
of soulless people
|
who loses his cool
|
with the cocaine
|
Driving me crazy
|
wasting
|
The bag and life
|
I went, little by little
|
giving up
|
and that I
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I stop not to overwhelm with
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Flowers to Maria
|
so as not to harass her
|
with my anthology
|
of cold sheets
|
and empty bedrooms
|
not to buy it
|
with jewelry
|
Nor be the puppet
|
That she goes, on a pilgrimage
|
with the brotherhood
|
Of the Holy Reproach
|
she loved her so much
|
That, it took me, to learn
|
To forget her, nineteen days
|
and five hundred nights
|
She said hello and goodbye
|
And, the door slam, she rang
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Like a question mark
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I suspect so
|
She took revenge, through oblivion
|
cupid of me
|
I do not apologize
|
for what? |
if she will forgive me
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Because she doesn't care anymore...
|
She always held her head high
|
very long tongue
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And the very short skirt
|
She leave me
|
how they are abandoned
|
The old shoes
|
she shattered the glass
|
From my glasses from afar
|
She pulled out of the mirror
|
his living portrait
|
And, I was, so bullfighter
|
through the alleys
|
Of the game and the wine
|
That, yesterday, the goalkeeper
|
She kicked me out of the casino
|
From Torrelodones
|
what a great pity
|
I would deny the Holy Sacrament
|
In the same moment
|
that she send it to me
|
and that I
|
I stop not to overwhelm with
|
Flowers to Maria
|
so as not to harass her
|
with my anthology
|
of cold sheets
|
and empty bedrooms
|
not to buy it
|
with jewelry
|
Nor be the puppet
|
What's up, on a pilgrimage
|
with the brotherhood
|
Of the Holy Reproach
|
I loved her so much
|
That, it took me, to learn
|
To forget her, nineteen days
|
and five hundred nights
|
and i came back
|
to the curse
|
From the drawer without his clothes
|
to perdition
|
From the cocktail bars
|
to the cinderellas
|
of balance and corner
|
And for those sales
|
From the fine Laina
|
paying the bills
|
of soulless people
|
that she loses her cool
|
with the cocaine
|
Driving me crazy
|
wasting
|
The bag and life
|
I went, little by little
|
giving up
|
and i came back
|
to the curse
|
From the drawer without his clothes
|
to perdition
|
From the cocktail bars
|
to the cinderellas
|
of balance and corner
|
And for those sales
|
From the fine Laina
|
paying the bills
|
of soulless people
|
who loses his cool
|
With the cocaine. |