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Perhaps tomorrow you are single a memory
And perhaps tomorrow you are single my yesterday' oh
Already time, the time wrath writing
Of light, faith, the streets of the desert
That then they hurt the skin
And now time that I can again enter my yesterday
The memories do not kill my faith
I want to speak, I want to see, I want to be I want to be.
And in your arms to return to be born'
And now they see and take me
next to you I to return to be born'
Perhaps it is not yesterday but that a memory ahh
And perhaps oh erases yesterday of our skin''
Perhaps, not, the time me of the time
to speak, to see the light of a feeling
I even sound q can be born
And now time that I can again enter my yesterday
The memories do not kill my faith
I want to speak, I want to see, I want to be I want to be
And in your arms to return to be born'
And now they see and take me next to you I return to be born'
And now time that I can again enter my yesterday
The memories do not kill my faith
I want to speak, I want to see, I want to be I want to be
And in your arms to return to be born'
Perhaps, perhaps.
the memories do not kill my faith
perhaps, perhaps.
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Perhaps tomorrow you are single a memory
And perhaps tomorrow you are single my yesterday' oh
Already time, the time wrath writing
Of light, faith, the streets of the desert
That then they hurt the skin
And now time that I can again enter my yesterday
The memories do not kill my faith
I want to speak, I want to see, I want to be I want to be.
And in your arms to return to be born'
And now they see and take me
next to you I to return to be born'
Perhaps it is not yesterday but that a memory ahh
And perhaps oh erases yesterday of our skin''
Perhaps, not, the time me of the time
to speak, to see the light of a feeling
I even sound q can be born
And now time that I can again enter my yesterday
The memories do not kill my faith
I want to speak, I want to see, I want to be I want to be
And in your arms to return to be born'
And now they see and take me next to you I return to be born'
And now time that I can again enter my yesterday
The memories do not kill my faith
I want to speak, I want to see, I want to be I want to be
And in your arms to return to be born'
Perhaps, perhaps.
the memories do not kill my faith
perhaps, perhaps.