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In the first days of the spring time
Made you up and split from thousand enemies
Made a trail of, of a thousand tears
Made you prisoner inside your own secrecy
There? s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I? m sorry
Doesn? t mean I? m sorry
At the first hour of the springtime
Made you up and split from thousand enemies
Now I see you from the corner
Clock strikes and I know you will be drinking alone
There? s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I? m sorry
Doesn? t mean I? m sorry
There? s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I? m sorry
Doesn? t mean I? m sorry
There? s a ghost in me
Who wants to say I? m sorry
Doesn? t mean I? m sorry
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