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Corazon

HER face is the mirror � � � �
of my Latin mind, � � � � � �
Her eyes without speaking confess � � � � � �
�the secrets of �my broken heart. � � � � � �
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Sad �mad � � � � � �
Good very bad � � � � � �
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I kept it real from day one � � � � � �
Winning every argument � � � � � �
�� But never won � � � � � �
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My heart pumping black blood � � � � � �
I was never in love � � � � � �
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Sorry for being broke � � � � � �
No money in my Chinese fake wallet � � � � � �
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Now she's �upset � � � � � �
I have nothing to offer � � � � � �
but my Latin blood, , tears and sweat � � � � � �
� � � � � �
Using your guilt as a tool. � � � � � �
Thought I was born as a fool � � � � � �
I just keep it cool � � � � � �
While you screaming � � � � � �
Silence is the best revenge � � � � � �
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My heart in your hanky-panky hands � � � �
I rather smoke crack before taking you back � � � � �
Our relationship is damage goods � � � � � �
�we begin to understand ourselves. � � � � � �
Find my Corazon in the deep woods � � �
I wake up in the morning, walk downstairs, �
Smelling your fishy pussy without the extra �perfumed� � �
�Writing on my empty walls � � �
�write about my heart with open wounds � � �
That leaks blood like the Niagara falls: