Alone, she came to my fiction
Without hesitation, to accompany me
Signs without translation
Silence, insurmountable
ÃÂHow much will there be? changed
What would have been spent?
I could communicate
But I feel the erosion so much
Close to its attraction
I trip over my hands
I suffer another mutation
A bluish color
Something is binding me
When I am blue
I would like to recover at his side
Blueish
At his side , it would change color
At your side, oh, oh, oh
At its side, it would change color
At your side, oh, oh, oh
Because something is binding me
When I'm blue
I want to recover
By your side

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