Discouraged,
dead with laughter,
the wind hits, the breeze falls.
Owner of the air
that breathes,
rewinds time without haste.
The story changes
when the person telling it gets confused.
Chosen
for my love song.
Chosen
for my love song.
Your hair envelops
the anguish,
in a musty encounter, the rain falls.
Unaware,
edges the crowd,
chromatic photo misleads.
The story changes
when the person telling it gets confused.
Chosen
for my love song.
Chosen
for my love song.
Chosen
for my love song.
Chosen
for my love song.
Disobedient
on the highway,
the pleasure is mine, there will be smiles,
there will be smiles, there will be smiles,
there will be smiles.

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