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Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that I met you,
Maybe destiny did this.
I want to fall asleep again on your chest
And then your kisses wake me up.
Your sixth sense dreams of me
I know that soon we will be united.
That mischievous smile that lives with me
I know that soon I will be on your way.
You know I'm hanging in your hands
So don't let me fall
You know I'm hanging in your hands.
He sent you poems of my own handwriting
He sent you 4.40 songs
He sent you the photos having dinner in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
And so you remember me and keep in mind
That my heart is hanging in your hands
Be careful, be careful that my heart is hanging in your hands.
I won't lose hope of talking to you,
I don't care what fate says.
I want to have your fragrance with me,
And drink the forbidden from you.
You know I'm hanging in your hands
So don't let me fall
You know I'm hanging in your hands.
He sent you poems of my own handwriting
He sent you 4.40 songs
He sent you the photos having dinner in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
And so you remember me and keep in mind
That my heart is hanging in your hands
Be careful, be careful Martha, I tell you, it has me in your hands
No matter what destiny says, stay with you
I want it all you, your lip, your affection, the forbidden
He sent you poems of my own handwriting
He sent you 4.40 songs
He sent you the photos having dinner in Marbella
And when we were in Venezuela
And so you remember me and keep in mind
That my heart is hanging in your hands
Be careful, be careful that my heart is hanging in your hands.
That my heart is hanging in your hands
That my heart is hanging in your hands

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