| What if it's you, the woman of my life
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| Sitting next to me here in this bar having a drink
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| Drowning sorrows the same as me
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| What if it's me, the one that fits in your days
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| What if your eyes look into mine
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| How about I kiss you, how about I buy you a coffee tomorrow
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| How about you tell me what you did yesterday
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| You've been here for so long
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| In the same neighborhood in the same country
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| Turning my corner so close to me
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| Stepping on my footsteps, breathing the air
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| That I in my cares left for you
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| You've been here for so long
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| I crossed you a thousand times and I never saw you
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| Now that I find you so close to me
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| And I see you in pictures, in pictures of friends
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| Friends who never told me about you
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| What if you are the woman of my life
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| What if I'm the one to fit in your days
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| And what if it's you, prietita
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| What if it's you, the woman of my life
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| Sitting next to me here in this bar having a drink
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| Drowning sorrows the same as me
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| How about I see you tomorrow at two
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| You've been here for so long
|
| In the same neighborhood in the same country
|
| Turning my corner so close to me
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| Stepping on my footsteps, breathing the air
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| That I in my cares left for you
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| You've been here for so long
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| I crossed you a thousand times and I never saw you
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| Now that I find you so close to me
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| And I see you in pictures in pictures of friends
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| Friends who never told me about you
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| What if you are the woman of my life
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| What if I'm the one to fit in your days
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| The woman of my life, the one who fits in your days |