Who thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love
Who thinks about love, love
We get lost in this hell of a job
You're a billionaire
We doesn't have time
Except for his business
We're drafts
Counting down the clock these days
Will always stress us
You agitate, you run or you freak out
They say that's the life of an artist
Who thinks about love, who thinks about love
Who thinks about love, love
Who thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love
And if we could stop
We swear we would
But deep down in our senses
There is life moving forward
The kids, the vacation
Why not leave everything behind
Whoever thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love
And where does life go
There are moments of boredom
Where you wonder
If you have understood everything
And why you live
The heart in transparency
Like an oversight
We need to think about it
He who thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love
He who thinks of love, love
Who thinks of love, love

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