today on the bus, guess what, what I saw; crawling on the wall, there was a 'caracol'; and it made me think about the good times we spent together (we spent together). and as it went slow, my thoughts started to flow; I said: 'what a hell, I can still feel your smell'; and the lession in the end is that I can't understand why I love you so! our fucking movie will never have a happy ending; and everyday I'll have to keep on pretending; that I don't care if you're dating a drag queen now, yeah, yeah, yeah! I miss your hug, I miss your kiss and I wrote a song to tell you this; and never let you know, sing it to you at a show and see you give your love to him, her, I don't know...
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