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    Breaking our frame, burning polaroid photos
    Everything I once loved hurt me one day
    But you prefer red lipstick and plastic breasts
    I don't judge you, I would stay with her too, if I didn't pretend to love myself

    Building an empire around me
    Reading the newspaper in the morning
    I was already enchanted by you
    But you preferred her, but she was already arrested for killing men

    Everything going black and white
    Ignoring tornado warnings
    Kisses on the park bench, but she arrives and interrupts us
    Piercing blue eyes and blood-colored mouth
    And for 13 seconds you gave me hope, but the bitch really wanted you
    And you ate it with your eyes

    Seeing your exits through the window
    Messages of love, damn she's cool, but she messed with the wrong guy
    Your honey-colored eyes
    That make me go to heaven just with your look

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    Waiting for you to arrive, but after 5 minutes you cancel your appointment
    Why did you slam the door when I found out about her?
    I am my father's son, I always discover everything, at some point

    Everything going black and white
    Ignoring tornado warnings
    Kisses on the park bench, but she arrives and interrupts us
    Piercing blue eyes and blood-colored mouth
    And for 13 seconds you gave me hope, but the bitch really wanted you
    And you ate it with your eyes

    Why did you leave me
    Confess, my kiss is much better
    Confess I love you better

    Bad, bad, bad, waiting for you in the rain
    Bad, bad, bad, trying to forget you
    Fuck, fuck, fuck, keep it then

    Everything going black and white
    Ignoring tornado warnings
    Kisses on the park bench, but she arrives and interrupts us
    Piercing blue eyes and blood-colored mouth
    And for 13 seconds you gave me hope, but the bitch really wanted you
    And you ate it with your eyes

    (You broke up with me in 13 seconds, on the 23rd street park bench)

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    Composición: Nicolas Chamillet

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