| There is a light that dazzles me and does not let me see
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| A dead end street I want to go to
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| A force that pushes me and poisons me
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| Today I toast the air with my glass without knowing why
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| People look, this girl is crazy
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| And the truth is that I am very well
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| Because at last my luck wakes up
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| That luck that inspires me and that invites you to fly, fly, fly
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| I will fly…
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| Because I feel the world in my hands that gives me heat
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| Because I already learned not to stumble in your game
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| Because I plan to make you the suitcases of my heart
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| Because I don't want that way
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| Because I feel the world in my hands that gives me heat
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| Because I already learned not to stumble in your game
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| Because I plan to make you the suitcases of my heart
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| Because if this is love... I don't want it!
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| There is a glass prison that I want to escape from
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| An erupting volcano about to explode
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| An incandescent rain that does not burn
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| Today I leave the trail of my steps so as not to return
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| Slamming doors, breaking plates
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| Everything is possible because I am very well
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| And it's luck that inspires me
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| And who invites me to fly, fly, fly
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| I will fly…
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| Because I feel the world in my hands that gives me heat
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| Because I already learned not to stumble in your game
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| Because I plan to make you the suitcases of my heart
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| Because I don't want that way
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| Because I feel the world in my hands that gives me heat
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| Because I already learned not to stumble in your game
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| Because I plan to make you the suitcases of my heart
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| Because if this is love... I don't want it!
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| And this luck that inspires you
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| And that invites you to fly, fly, fly
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| I will fly…
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| Because I feel the world in my hands that gives me heat
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| Because I already learned not to stumble in your game
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| Because I plan to make you the suitcases of my heart
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| Because I don't want that way
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| Because I feel the world in my hands that gives me heat
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| Because I already learned not to stumble in your game
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| Because I plan to make you the suitcases of my heart
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| Because if this is love... I don't want it! |