In the first days
Of the spring time
Made you up and split from one thousand enemies
Made a trail of
Of a thousand tears
Made you a 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 ad split from one 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.
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