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The child is hungry
Mom has already left
They have abandoned him
By a guy from the undersea
The child cries and cries
Mom, where is she?
Filtering in Ibiza
With some German
It seems that I
I make love something capricious and immoral
Regarding you
I'm just a storyteller and now I'm sad and bad
The boy is now a man
Has survived gravity
The irony of physics
Enemy of sincerity
Love distracts
Love confuses
Oh, what the fuck is love?
Those couples who kiss and touch each other, absinthe
It seems that I
I make love something capricious and immoral
Regarding you
I'm just a storyteller and now I'm sad and bad
The man is already grown up
He hates poets like me.
That pull the strings of lives
Love
Ay, love, love!
You take a pencil and think you're fantastic.
I know how to say things too!
I am wonderful too: l'amour!
Who talks about the hens?
Who fly through the lives of dreamers?
Schoolgirls who study in skirts
The failures of humanity
Yeah
Thank you
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