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Con Mis Manos |
With My Hands (Bebe) When you're there The others are no longer When you go I want to cry Lost in the armchair of my room I think of you with my hands What to do? I don't want to go out Why? You've always got to escape Lost in the armchair of my room I think of you with my hands Once and again sweet atrocity Not controlling how to stop I don't intend to cry I got tired of that already Today I'm going to scream I'm going to walk with my feet (repeated) Again I've made dinner for two Again I thought I heard your voice Again I start to slip into the armchair of my imagination I think of you I feel you surrounding me |
Lyrics Translated by Alan Smith Robertson, Song Translator
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