ARRIBA MOROCHA, QUE NADIE ESTÁ MUERTO



lunes


When will I see you again? You left with no goodbye, not a single word was said, No final kiss to seal any seams, I had no idea of the state we were in, I know I have a fickle heart and bitterness, And a wandering eye, and a heaviness in my head, But don't you remember? Don't you remember?
The reason you loved me before, Baby, please remember me once more.

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