Me Quedé Con Las Ganas

I wish reality was that we didn't want it (we didn't want it)
That we didn't try, that we didn't hurt each other (hurt each other)
I wish I didn't miss you as much as I do (as I do)
And could tell you that I've moved on (that I've moved on)

But no
But no
Here I am
I have to tell you that

I stayed wanting more
To make love to you every dawn
I stayed with the way
Of kissing the way you used to
I stayed with the doubt
Of what would happen if you came back
I stayed with your memory
That nothing erases

I stayed wanting more
To make love to you every dawn
I stayed with the way
Of kissing the way you used to
I stayed with the doubt
Of what would happen if you came back
And I stayed with your memory
That nothing erases

Because even though I have everything
I don't have you
Because even though I have everything
I can't hug you
I don't want anything
I don't want anything without you
There must be a way
To get you back
An excuse to call you
A remedy to forget you
I know I said I wouldn't miss you
That I was going to remove you from my life

But no
But no
Here I am
I have to tell you that

I stayed wanting more
To make love to you every dawn
I stayed with the way
Of kissing the way you used to
I stayed with the doubt
Of what would happen if you came back
I stayed with your memory
That nothing erases

How to go on without a reason
How to pretend I'm surviving
If I haven't smiled again
Since you're not with me
How to erase so many memories
How to rip you out of my chest
If the heart beats with love
And I'm dying of love

But no
But no
Here I am
I have to tell you that

I stayed wanting more
To make love to you every dawn
I stayed with the way
Of kissing the way you used to
I stayed with the doubt
Of what would happen if you came back
I stayed with your memory
That nothing erases

I stayed wanting more
To make love to you every dawn
I stayed with the way
Of kissing the way you used to
I stayed with the doubt
Of what would happen if you came back
I stayed with your memory
That nothing erases

Titoo el Bambino!
Golden Melodies, tell them Santana!
The golden boy
Gocho
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