We are barely getting by
We are liars of the worst
Oh darling, I claim responsibility.
Thought it was one of those
Let go following some girl that I barely know
We'll take
His loving wife
She said she misses him dearly
And she still
novia, we're blessed and we were always on the crest
and
It's not about the times I doubt
They simply never cease
I
Wake up angel and open up sore eyes
What's the red
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