111, it's a hotel room
111, it's the emergency number for those who feel alone
111, they are the people who love me
111, they are the people who hate me
111, it's a plane ticket
111, it's the perfect number
111, it's me and it was me
111, a new born baby who will sleep happily on the back of the past
And you say you are moved by anything
A child who smiles in the mist of dawn
And you say that your dreams are little things
You find them in the morning transformed into paper
Between the boredom and the magic of a gloomy day
And a walk only in the night
Passing through the difficulties of those who smile and cry
It is those like you who touch the divine
And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they don't know how to recognize you
And they will tell you that you are less sweet
Because love knows how to hide
Speak, dream, dance, keep singing
Give your love away without stopping
And write it believing in it, which is one hundred and eleven
Chilos of imagination
And you say That song of mine moves you
It talks a little about sex combined with love
In its 4 minutes you listen and open your heart
And you dream of feeling normal too
Among the traffic lights and the smog of a gray day
And breakfast at the bar distracted and alone
I listen to the coded messages in my heart one morning
On the metro tracks of city angels< br/>And they will tell you that you are not the same
Because they don't know how to recognize you
And they will tell you that you are less sweet
Because love knows how to hide
Talk, dream, dance, keep singing
Give the gift of your love without stopping
And write it believing in it, which is one hundred and eleven
Kilos of fantasy
Because if a single can make you seem holy
You always tell him that you want to remain a cat
And everyone drinks the TV empty
Take your own path
If others look at your face with suspicion
>It's because they still know little about respect
And everyone wants to see you roll
Let them talk
And they'll tell you that you're not the same
Why don't you they know how to recognize you
And they will tell you that you are less sweet
Because love knows how to hide
Speak, dream, dance, keep singing
Give the gift of your love without stopping
And write it believing it, which is one hundred and eleven
Kilos of fantasy

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