| Someone who knows how to stop January
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| Someone who knows that it comes strong
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| He arrives demanding blankets
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| intertwining between the legs
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| Of the people who calm down when loving
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| And I'm still going up the street
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| There are people who stop me when they see me
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| I'm late for the appointment this time
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| When it arrives I don't know how I'll do
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| So as not to seem too weird
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| My spoiled child, my patient lover
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| You don't understand bums no matter how hard I try
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| And make you paper silhouettes, I don't want to convince you
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| That I want to find myself in your eyes
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| That you win me and you can lose me
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| I have some cravings left
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| And let me taste when I think of you
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| And I grew up painting you in red
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| That you talk to me about life and feel…
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| That I was born to live it with you
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| That you touch my face and I die
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| Every time fate scratches you
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| Someone who knows how to stop January
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| Someone who knows that it comes strong
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| Tell me what I don't know
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| And leave me my time afterwards
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| In order to hug you without seeing you
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| My spoiled child, my patient lover
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| You don't understand bums no matter how hard I try
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| And make you paper silhouettes, I don't want to convince you
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| That I want to find myself in your eyes
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| That you win me and you can lose me
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| I have some cravings left
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| And let me taste when I think of you
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| And I grew up painting you in red
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| That you talk to me about life and feel…
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| That I was born to live it with you
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| That you touch my face and I die
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| Every time fate scratches you
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| That I want to find myself in your eyes
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| That you win me and you can lose me...
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| Tararatatata… |