I'm looking for a heart that was lost in the summer, and
no more signs that someone says that in another bed
He slept ooh. I follow the desolate trail of a desperate love,
who did not say goodbye is more he said he would come with the dawn
and he did not return, he died of grief he died.
And I searched for it under the bed, I found pieces
from my soul bleeding, I do not mind leaving everything
some cure for what, do not die of amoououououooor
of grief muriooooh.
And I looked for it under the bed, and I found it
pieces of my soul bleeding away, do not care, leave it
all some healing pa what, did not die of amoouououoooor
of grief muriooooh.
I'm looking for a heart that was lost in the summer and not
and more indications that someone says that in another bed he slept,
I follow the desolate trail of a desperate love, which
I say goodbye is more he said he would come with the dawn and he did not return, he disappeared of grief he died uuooh.
And I searched for it under the bed, I found pieces of
my soul bleeding away did not mind leaving everything
healing pa do not die of amoouuuuuoor of grief muriooooh.
And I looked for it under the bed, and I found it
pieces of my soul bleeding to death do not mind leaving it
all some healing pa that did not die of amoouououoooor of grief muriooooh.
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