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"I don't love you anymore" I have to tell you. He told me the look he gave me.

That slam of the door sounded sad and this picture of anxiety no longer fits in your living room.

That night I lost everything. No one called and I slept alone in a thousand-star hotel on the street.

With your memory to accompany me.

And even if the pain only lasts three seconds, giving you two kisses and not eating your mouth is going to be a deep mourning. weh!

I'm going to bet it all on the lucky number.

I'm going to go all out to fool the subconscious.

I'm going to laugh at myself if I cry. I'll go back to my criminal look.

I know the spell to get you out of my mind, but not from the subconscious.

It doesn't matter who was at fault. Very few answers for so many questions.

Everyone sees me better, yes, but how much I love her, I'm damned.

I am the story you don't want to tell and the indelible stain on your sofa.

I am in every vat and in every coffee when I wake up.

And even if the pain only lasts three seconds, seeing you dressed and not tearing your clothes is going to be a deep mourning.

And don't let the end of the world be in too much of a hurry, because at the end of our story we have to write the three points.

I'm going to bet it all on the lucky number.

I'm going to go all out to fool the subconscious.

I'm going to laugh at myself if I cry. I'll go back to my criminal look.

I know the spell to get you out of my mind, but not from the subconscious.

La, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, ra.

I'm going to laugh at myself if I cry. I'll go back to my criminal look.

I know the spell to get you out of my mind, but not from the subconscious.