| A shade of pain
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| A body ripped apart
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| A broken heart
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| Raging like fire in an iron frame
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| And here you are
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| The man who’s loved me more
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| Hurt me more
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| When passion outbalanced your shame
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| How could I’ve resisted
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| Comfort I missed
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| A promise of exctasy
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| Made my body dream
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| Run from agony
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| But how I love you
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| For what you are, not for what you are not
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| In spite of ourselves I can see
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| You’ve painted a portait of love for me
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| A shade of pain
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| A marriage torn apart
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| A broken heart
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| Boldly displayed in a wooden frame
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| And there he was
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| This understanding man
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| With tender hands
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| Respect so much stronger than shame
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| We thrived on emotion
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| Taking no notion
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| Of feelings except our own
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| Sad, but in the end everyone’s alone
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| But how I love you
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| For what you are, not for what you are not
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| In spite of ourselves I can see
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| You’ve painted a portait of love for me
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| Esta noche m’emborrachó, Frida, Mi arbol de la
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| Esperanza
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| Nina de mi corazón,
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| Mañana será otro dia, mantente firme!
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| Y veran que tengo razon!
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| How I love you
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| For what you are, not for what you are not
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| In spite of ourselves I can see
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| You’ve painted a portait of love for me |