Palabras sin ideas, palabras sin ideas,
Sintió el destino del pecado.
Como te amo.
Tu baile es tiempo de otoño.
Ya sabes que las mentiras son una herramienta para el éxito,
Donde no hay mejor ni peor.
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Nada.