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I lost concentration
I didn't know what I was losing
From line ten to the Sun
Your highway stories

I didn't try to be the best
I already knew how it felt
Looking down without compassion
At the whole world from above

And your chocolate eyes and bad mood
The boss of 98 with no heart
I picked up the glove you threw without thinking
That I would lose more than a duel at your doorstep
More than a duel at your doorstep

The Fitipaldi of the A6
Always looking west
Never ceasing to be surprised
That everyone was at your feet
Mate, tell me what you're up to
Tell me, tell me what you're up to
Anywhere but with you

You wrote to me on a paper
That silences are beautiful

You made it easy to smile for
Those who were never conquered
You were Madrid terraces
Cheesy music in posh neighborhoods and still
You would enchant Oscar Wilde
They would write you Flowers of Evil, Leaves of
Grass, and something more

For you, a masterpiece would be little
I would uproot the whole world

I didn't see you coming
And you were so naive
I got used to winning so easily
That now it was time to smile

There were never liters in doorways
Or long nights in the Austrias
Tell me, what difference does it make
If I had lost my panties

You made it easy to smile for
Those who were never conquered
You were Madrid terraces
Cheesy music in posh neighborhoods and still
You would enchant Oscar Wilde
They would write you Flowers of Evil, Leaves of
Grass, and something more

For you, a masterpiece would be little
I would uproot the whole world