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Today a new man raise upnow i do gonna let that the rope breaks upwhat it's meant for us,well, let's god give it to usi know i wasn' t a saint , but you weren' t very saintto say it didn't worked it's in vanethat is already lost, yeah it lasted a lot i carried on lots of pichadera, lots of rebuleonow it's me who decides to talk to you without rodeoslook at me to the face y dare to tell that you were faithfullook, what is bitter, it never taste like honeyafter you fail me who knows with whodon't reclame if you didn't it well well well.