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A round trip ticket, I was just for you
cardboard toy
A poor passenger that you left around
thrown in the station
Give me back a piece of my life
Give me back a little nothing more
A little more
Give me back even if it's a lie
Don't heal my wounds
And I die more every day
Badly accustomed left me your love
Badly accustomed your love left me
Soul in pain that my body condemns
Of not being able to live without you
Bad used to leaving me your love
Badly accustomed your love left me
And today you blind me, you chase me and you lock me up
And it is that I no longer know how to live without you
My friend the sadness
The one who knows more about me
He does not stop saying only to me
That I laugh and that I forget
That I don't think about you anymore
and be happy again
Give me back a piece of my life
Give me back a little nothing more
A little more
Give me back even if it's a lie
Don't heal my wounds
And I die more every day
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