At the height of imposture
We have those who talk about themselves, about what they do, that's hard
With those who were born to do 'that' for sure
Those who give us a hard time
In the same style of the imposter
We have the one who thinks he has a heart
One head, one soul of a traveler
Too many mixtures it kills the colors
And I'm a great singer, all winds
In fact, all the time, charlating
I think it's all the image of you
From us from our great cinema
To die of love I mean it wasn't to run away from you
And just a word to tell you
Qu 'it wasn't for you!
It wasn't for you!
At the height of the imposture
br/>We have those who talk about themselves, about what they do, that's hard
With those who were born to do 'that' c that's for sure
They make life difficult for us
In the same style of the imposter
We have the one who thinks he has a heart
One head, one soul of a traveler
Too many mixes it kills the colors
And I am a great singer in all winds
In fact, all the time charlating
I think everything is the image of you
Of us of our great cinema

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