Disarm
Disarm you with a smile
And cut you like you want me to
Cut that little child
Inside of me and such a part of you
I used to be a little boy
So old in my shoes
And what I choose is my choice
Whats a boy supposed to do?
The killer in me is the killer in you
My love
I send this smile over to you
The bitterness of one whos left alone
Ooh, the years burn
Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn
..."que a su corazón le falte mi latido / que ella, cuya grandeza admiro, me admita en el alto vuelo de su sueño”
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