| Little love little love
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| what a pity those with a great love
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| the ones with guns in hand
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| if you look at another or we break up
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| what a nice news?
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| the next caress that will come?
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| Small world
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| where do I get you
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| and small return smiling
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| small bed
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| where you can sleep
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| that? |
| then another way of making love
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| and be with you
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| with all the sweetness that c '? |
| In me
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| But basically they are words
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| than the day I lost you
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| who knows? |
| to fall apart
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| the universe
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| and I would not do what to say
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| and I don't know what to do
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| of all the days that I told you love
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| Of all the days that I told you love
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| of all the days that I thought about love
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| of all the days that I invented love
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| dreamed of love
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| sang love
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| of all the days that I told you love
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| of all the days that I wrote to you love
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| little love c '? |
| nothing in the world
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| pi? |
| big at the bottom
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| of this love
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| That slowly moves your hair
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| and awakens in your beautiful eyes
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| and that every day as if it were the first
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| he looks around like a child
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| Little love
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| little love
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| how good are those with a great love
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| will come |
| winter and those who love us
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| for us it will not be? |
| nothing special
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| and if we break up
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| sar? |
| you almost know
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| we'll see again
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| But these are words
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| than the day I lost you
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| who knows? |
| for the universe to fall apart
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| and I would not do what to say
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| and I don't know what to do
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| of all the days you said love to me
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| Of all the days that I told you love
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| of all the days that I thought about love
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| little love is not there? |
| nothing in the world
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| pi? |
| big at the bottom
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| of this love
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| that moves the air and moves your hair
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| and awakens in your beautiful eyes
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| and that every day as if it were the first
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| he looks around like a child. |