ojala ser como el
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Porque no me ves como lo ves a el?
Porque no puedo ser como el?
Nunca lo supe y nunca lo sabre
Ojala ser como el.
Perdon por quererte, nunca quise hacerlo.
Vos siempre serás la chica de mis sueños.
Y yo para ti solo un simple recuerdo.
y por eso digo..
"Ojalá ser como el"
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