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Your friend introduced us
The one who says she predicts futures to come
I don't know what else to say
Sitting in the aisle on one side
Do you remember me already?

Give me the chair, tired of the corner
Where I waited for you, where I always waited for you, my love
I can give you some laughter
And make a song
And a polka dot handkerchief
I give you time to put it on
And a promise, girl
If I find you one day
I plan to give you all
Those kisses you deserved

Over the bridge of hope
I was looking for a little corner for laughter
Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up

And even the rhymes returned
Images playing, hanging from I don't know what
Surely it was April
They all came back, all except one
Who forgot about me

That handkerchief is to cry for you
And there is no remedy for the composer
If I ever find you due to my cowardice
I plan to give you all
Those kisses you deserved

Over the bridge of hope
I was looking for a little corner for laughter
Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up

Over the bridge of hope
I was looking for a little corner for laughter
Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up

Thinking that it was worth loving you
We had such flamenco moments
And we saw little corners to fall in love
The street of thought
Leads me to that shore, I don't know if you remember
Give me the chair that has art
I pass by your door almost every day
I pass and you decide when to show up
When to show up