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Ours last
What two wiskey fishes on a wiskey on the rocks
Instead of faking
Or crashing at me a jealousy cup, she instead laughed
I suddenly saw myself
Like a noone doga barking to the sky doors
She left me a nécessaire with grievances, the honey on the lips
And frost on my hair
They were right
My lovers on that that before the badone was I
With one exception:
This time I wanted to want to love her, but she did not
So she left
She left me the heart at the bones, and me in my knees
From the cap, and making and excess she threw me two kisses
One for each cheek
And I went back
To the curse of the drawer without her clothes
To the doom of cocktail bars
To sixpenny Cinderellas
And, around those bottles of Fino Laina
Paying the tabs of soulless people
That loses the calm with the cocaine
Getting insane
Wasting life and coin
I went, little by little
I gave her up
Even though I
So as not to smother Maria with flowers
So as not to bore her with my anthology
Of cold sheets and empty bedrooms,
So as not to buy her with cheap jewelry
Or be the dofus that goes on the prades
With the ambition of getting her back
I loved her so much
That it took, to learn to forget her
Nineteen days
And five hundred nights
She said "Hi" and "goodbye"
and the door slamming sounded like a question mark
I suspect that in this way
Was Cupid trought the oblivion taking revenge of me
I don't ask forgivenes (don't ask forgiveness)
For what? If she' gonna forgive me because she doesn't care anymore
Always had the forhead too high, the tongue too long
And a very short skirt
She abandoned me,
As you leave old shoes
She broke my glasses from the distance
She grabbed herself out of the mirror
And I went so bravery trough the alleys in the issues of playing and wine
That yesterday I was kicked out of the casino
At Torrelodones
What an abysmal grief,
I'd reject the Holy Sacrament
The very instant
It'd be her administering it
Even though I
So as not to smother Maria with flowers
So as not to bore her with my anthology
Of cold sheets and empty bedrooms,
So as not to buy her with cheap jewelry
Or be the dofus that goes on the prades
With the ambition of getting her back
So much I loved her
That it took, to learn to forget her
Nineteen days
And five hundred nights (Five hundred nights)
And I went back
To the curse of the drawer without her clothes
To the doom of cocktail bars
To sixpenny Cinderellas
And, around those bottles of Fino Laina
Paying the tabs of soulless people
That loses the calm with the cocaine
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