I came to know
I would not have shown enthusiasm
Present in both of them
And that you have never given again
Because in short
You are not so innocent either
Not as transparent as you imagine
More time runs out, more time passed
Whether it's worth it or not, I don't know
I'm inclined to tell you no They will be my benefits
If you in every victory
The sacrifice is singular
It is not, it is not, mine
You see, I have lifted up for you
br/>To heaven for you cathedrals
Never ever, not even once
You opened the door for me
Chasing a tomorrow that is not now< br/>Between my hands you don't see it either
In the end, what is the meaning?
Tell me in this story
What will be my benefits
If I keep in my memory
That the sacrifice is singular
It is not, it is not
That mine is not
It is not, because, for you
I am not , will not return
You tell me in this story
What will be my benefits
If for one of your glories
The sacrifice is singular
If I knew
I wouldn't have shown enthusiasm

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