| Your eyes are two lights at dawn
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| The ones that light my walk
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| your kisses are my poison
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| That every day I drink and it's because of you I die
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| I have been told that you were different
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| That you're half crazy, crazy as hell
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| Your words could not be wiser
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| I carry your blood, don't stop loving
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| your life an encyclopedia
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| About a world I didn't see
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| A flamenco, gypsy image
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| That erases the gray dawn
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| Your hands are doves in the air
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| When a touch must be heard
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| That tired and wounded guitar
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| That in the street of the Jewish quarter
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| They get lost early
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| It fills you with essence in your nea chair
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| The guitar in your chest
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| I would like to caress her
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| I feel that my soul is breaking
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| When dawn comes and I'm by your side
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| It fills you with essence in your nea chair
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| The guitar in your chest
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| I would like to caress her
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| I feel that my soul is breaking
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| When dawn comes and I'm by your side
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| What do I do if what I live
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| Reminds me of her
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| If everything I do reminds me of her?
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| What do I do if what I live
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| Reminds me of her
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| If everything I do remember me?
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| What do I do if what I live
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| Reminds me of you
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| If everything I do reminds me of you?
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| If those streets that from your hand I walked
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| Now they scream in your absence
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| I Miss You princess
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| I don't have much more to give you
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| My illusion, my tenderness, my moments
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| I don't have much more to tell you
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| that I wait for you, that I love you
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| How many times have I prepared a perfect speech?
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| Trying to lie and evade
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| so my feelings
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| That today they hang the full capacity sign
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| Because of you I am full
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| The streets of Córdoba open for you
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| This song flies right to you
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| It comes out of me when I see him suffer
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| I love to say it Felipe
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| Let's see if he starts like this
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| Your hands are doves in the air
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| When a touch must be heard
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| That tired and wounded guitar
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| That in the street of the Jewish quarter
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| They get lost early
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| What do I do if what I live
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| Reminds me of her
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| If everything I do reminds me of her?
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| What do I do if what I live
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| Reminds me of her
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| If everything I do remember me? |