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Torn pictures of you could garnish the floor of my room now I would rip them if i thought it would change my mind Our bomb relation seems to be ready to explode althought we're fine together The desire of meeting with you again, brings to me the doubt: Should i keep trying or should i forget you? And you make me feel like a boy Discovering the curves from a female body And you make me feel like a father Who sees the only daughter being raped When you're not here, baby I feel no sorrow When you are here, baby I feel the sorrow