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To be well
Marco Prates | Vicente Casanova
Right, it is me, it is me who is here
I hope that you bring words
That make me see beyond
That make me see beyond
That make me see beyond
Right, it is me, it is me who is here
I hope that you bring only tears
That make me float
That make me float
That make me float
By the sea that you left as a remembrance
There is no more hope for us to be well
Clean day, dark night, rain shower in the middle of the street
There is no more hope for us to be well
Each one on each side, good time to be wrong
It seems that a mistake on target makes the love a tremendous lie
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