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want to - joaquin sabina

Clubs and teenagers boil
They eat colored pills.
Fed up with bad living the twentieth century
Dies from love sickness.

The sorcerers of the tribe are resurrected
to invest in my sins
and do stamp dealers
Your August at the supermarket.



And the lie is worth more than the truth
and the truth is a sandcastle
and on the freeways of freedom
No one dares to drive without chains.

And I die of
want to tell you that
I'm dying of
I want to tell you that I love you.



And I don't want fate to come to take revenge on me
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.

Every morning I jump out of bed
stepping on quicksand,
it's hard to live when what you love
It is filled with ash.

And only the heart wanders the streets
without a bad kiss to be brought to the mouth
and the cold wind of humiliation blows
debasing every body he touches.

And I die of
want to tell you that
I'm dying of
want to tell you that
I'm dying of
want to tell you
I'm dying of
want to tell you that
that I love you.

And I don't want fate to come to take revenge on me
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.

And I die of
want to tell you that
I'm dying of
want to tell you that
I'm dying of
want to tell you
I'm dying of
want to tell you that
that I love you.

And I don't want fate to come to take revenge on me
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.

And I don't want fate to come to take revenge on me
and that I prefer war with you to winter without you.

And I don't want fate to come to take revenge on me ...

Joaquín Sabina

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