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Just

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Maybe it's not the wine,
maybe it's not the dessert,
maybe it's, it's nothing,
but there's so much beauty,
hurled on the table,
naked and overflowed,
you rush your glass,
you're losing you step,
and there is nothing on the table,
drunk is the door,
you closed it and it was open,
and I can hear your call.
Oh! just...
Oh! just...
 
Served is your mouth,
so sweet is your mouth,
so sweet with a bitter blues,
one glass rolls onto the floor,
slowly it falls onto the floor,
slowly it dies into a thousand pieces,
I don't want anybody to see them,
to see your eyes,
so, so, so, so sad,
maybe it's 'cause the destiny,
or that glass of wine,
that you said:
Oh! just...
Oh! just...
 
Jump the rope, it gets entangled,
and it falls upside down,
and it falls upside down,
and it falls upside down.
 
Oh! just...
Oh! just...
 


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