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El Manana
Push it along, maybe I sing a song.
Fill the void.
Paint it with colors deep inside your mind, No mad rush.
Let it roll, slow. A little slow, baby.
I see you right now. Your crooked gorgeous face.
I love you. El Manana.
Fill the void.
Paint it with colors deep inside your mind, No mad rush.
Let it roll, slow. A little slow, baby.
I see you right now. Your crooked gorgeous face.
I love you. El Manana.
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