To you I'm talking about,
to you, you do not hear that
to you that what you would give me plenty
light to turn on
to you that you play win
when he knows well that I have lost everything
I'm talking to you, you,
though I could care less what I'm saying
To you I'm talking to you, although
lose
time you step to you so far
the rigor of tears and melancholy
If you never tell the truth because the truth was
was always a lie
To you I'm talking about you, though
mother to thee what I'm saying
to you that you lack the courage to fight for you
to you to comfort you to cover your
Channel traces of my kisses
to you and you do not have nothing left,
you and you is not nothing, nothing!
To you who are thinking of spite
Foot To you
left me alone even when you were in my company
to you and you do not have nothing left,
you and do not have nothing left, nothing!
To you I'm talking to you so silent and resigned
To you who sleep with you
pride and let yourself be touched by your grudge cheap
to you like you go
martyr to apportion blame yours are just
To you I'm talking to you because there's no one that
understand what I say
to you that you lack the courage to fight for you
to you to comfort you to cover your
Channel traces of my kisses
to you and not you have anything you and
not you have nothing, nothing!
To you who are thinking of spite
Foot To you left me alone even
when you were in my company
to you and you do not have nothing left, and left me at least this
incurable syndrome
love you so much 
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