This night the eyes
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I definitely won't close mine.
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By the inertia of the rhythm, I see
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You are my absolute.
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And, worrying, the corason knocks,
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Lips whisper softly - ti amo.
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My ship is sinking, I'm sinking
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Once in this big ocean.
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Barely got to know you
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We have similar syndromes. |
We are in rhythm, tete-a-tete.
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We will see the world in color, and we are spinning together again.
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Describe your silhouette to me.
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With you, like under absinthe. |
It's good for us to hang;
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And without spending a cent, I get high from the moment.
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With you, like under absinthe. |
It's good for us to hang;
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And without spending a cent, I get high from the moment.
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Under absinthe, absinthe, absinthe.
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Under absinthe, absinthe, absinthe.
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This beat makes everyone move.
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Down below, the beating of the heart will intensify.
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This night gives us a chance to get closer
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Our legs will be taken away in the morning.
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I'm with you, trust me one hundred percent!
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This dance magic, fiesta!
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This is all waking from my dreams;
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And you melt and fly from my words.
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Barely got to know you
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We have similar syndromes. |
We are in rhythm, tete-a-tete.
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We will see the world in color, and we are spinning together again.
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Describe your silhouette to me.
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With you, like under absinthe. |
It's good for us to hang;
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And without spending a cent, I get high from the moment.
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With you, like under absinthe. |
It's good for us to hang;
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And without spending a cent, I get high from the moment.
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Under absinthe, absinthe, absinthe.
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Under absinthe, absinthe, absinthe.
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With you, like under absinthe. |
It's good for us to hang;
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And without spending a cent, I get high from the moment.
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With you, like under absinthe. |
It's good for us to hang;
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And without spending a cent, I get high from the moment.
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Under absinthe, absinthe, absinthe.
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Under absinthe, absinthe, absinthe.
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Under absinthe! |