Right Now
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Last published Fri, Sep 5, 2014
Solo quiero hacerte feliz
Quiero que vuelvas a sonreír como lo asías antes
Que esto no se acabe ahora
Que dure para siempre
No estoy listo para dejarte ir
Te necesito
Te amo
Te quiero
Eres especial
No eres perfecta
Pero lo eres para mi
Eres lo mejor que me a pasado
Deja esa mente suicida
Vuelve a sonreír
Que esos viejos recuerdos..
Se vallan
Solo amigos
No me importa
Te quiero demasiado..
Como para dejarte ir...
No tratas de ser perfecta
Nadie es perfecto
Pero tu lo eres
Para mi
Se feliz
Vuelve conmigo
No llores
Vuelve a sonreír
Como una película
Tu & Yo
A 3 Metros Sobre el Cielo
Como nadie mas..
Te amo
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