Well, it was April, and I was a wreck, showers galore
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I wanted to fly, I wanted to reach the end
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I made myself cry, and I forgot to feel
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I took a plane, bound for nowhere
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A station, and a beer at the sea
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A weekend to never forget
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Tijuana seeds, a sunset
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A very long night, pajamas, duvet
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You were almost leaving and I wasn't there
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And the pillow burns, that knows Latin
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After another long night of little sleep
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And telling each other nonsense
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You were almost leaving and I wasn't there
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My heart was split in two
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And in the living room only you and I danced
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It'll be your scent, Antonio Vega or the Rolling Stones
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It'll be Berlin, or that thing that I left there
It'll be the photo of your profile
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It'll be that it's been some time
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I saw you smile behind the frame of a photo
You're not into social networks
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You're into coffee and going out to bars
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And you're into the beach and you're good at padel
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That's how you are, you're my cinnamon stick
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You don't do labels nor dress up
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You do whatever you feel like
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Tijuana seeds, a sunset
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A very long night, pajamas, duvet
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You were almost leaving and I wasn't there
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My heart was split in two
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And in the living room only you and I danced
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It'll be your scent, Antonio Vega or the Rolling Stones
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It'll be Berlin or that thing that I left there
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It'll be the photo of your profile
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It'll be that it's been some time
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I saw you smile behind the frame of a photo