Everyday, I think of you. I think a little bit more of you, I take apart my heart and something inside me is destroyed.
Everyday I think of you. I think a little bit more of you. Everytime that the sun comes out, I look for a bit of courage to continue this way, and I see you; that I didn't touch you in that way. I pray for you every night. It dawns and I think of you. The tick-tock of the clocks rumbles in my ears and I keep thinking of you, and I keep thinking.
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