Al final sólo un billete, y un adiós de andar por casa, un "qué tal", un "qué te pasa", un "no",
un te quiero que no quiere o te escapas o te mueres, tu razón no es nunca "la razón".
And I can't, found my way home anymore... I look at you.
You, appear, just like a dream to me, just, like, all I need, every breath that I breath, don't you know? You are beautiful.
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