When I was younger I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind, he broke his own heart and I watched as he tried to reassemble it. And my momma swore that she would never let herself forget, and that was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love if it does not exist. Well, you are the only exception. Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts, and we've got to find other ways, to make it alone or keep a straight face.
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soy juchiii y me vas a firmar