| Although I cry with joy and cry with sorrow
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| Even if he is a nouveau riche, he gives false currency
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| Even if I travel everywhere or eat the roof
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| Today I plan to make a hole in your chest
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| For what I have left: tour your ribs
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| Seek and find the tickle
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| Until a thousand wrinkles and dark circles appear
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| For not stopping smiling and barely sleeping
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| I don't want to give the note, I want to hit the key
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| I do not want to find another, only with the letter
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| That travels throughout your body without touching the ground
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| exposed while I kiss each one of your freckles
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| They'll never know what it feels like
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| When two souls sing to each other everything they feel
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| At the same time from different sites
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| That we are not unmissable, we are forever
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| I think of you slowly and they go so far
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| Because you and I are more, they cannot happen here
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| I think of you slowly and they go so far
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| In here there is only peace, and they cannot touch us
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| And they can't touch us
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| Don't wait for when, I'll tell you the way
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| The when and how, if I do everything for your light
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| How to tell you that although you have never seen me alone
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| I was just waiting for someone like you to come along
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| If it has always been you and me who denied it
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| Yesterday friend, today ally, and who knows tomorrow
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| That the future is not written or has a word
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| But let him have our face
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| And as far as I'm concerned: I swear few things
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| But I swear there will be laughter every day and butterflies
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| Every other Monday: roses; |
| every six fridays: travel
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| Massages and the wildest sex you know, my freckled
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| I don't want more tolls
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| I just want one day to make a nest
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| Without being birds of passage, if anything penguins
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| What are they looking for with the song
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| So much that I want you here with me
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| I think of you slowly and they go so far
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| Because you and I are more, they cannot happen here
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| I think of you slowly and they go so far
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| In here there is only peace, and they cannot touch us
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| And they can't touch us
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| Another January that I see myself based on coal
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| Another February without stepping on the brake pedal
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| Another March without looking in the rearview mirror
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| And an April seeing the past as smaller
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| Another May giving away my best version
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| And another June where the weather is always the least
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| Another July and another number on the scoreboard
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| But the fifth being you all I want |