| Que me importa el Calvario
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| Si amarte es sufrir
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| O que juegues con cartas marcadas
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| Lo que importa es las noches
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| Pasadas en ti
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| Aunque a cambio me rompas el alma
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| Que me importa la vida!
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| De que sirve vivir
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| Si me falta tu cuerpo caliente?
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| Lo que importa es tocarte
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| Y apagar esta sed
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| Que tan solo me apaga tu fuente
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| Que sin ti nada tiene valor
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| Y por eso soy tuyo
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| Esclavo y senor
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| Cosas del amor
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| Cosas de la vida:
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| Tu eres mi aguila real
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| Yo soy tu gacela herida
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| Cosas de tu carne
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| Cosas de tu piel
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| Que me arrastra por las olas
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| Como barco de papel
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| Cosas del amor
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| Cosas de la vida
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| Tu me haces el dolor
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| Y me curas las heridas
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| Cosas de tu cuerpo
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| Cosas de mi voz
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| Predicando en el desierto
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| De tu absurdo corazon.
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| Para que quiero aire
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| Si respiro de ti?
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| Para que quiero luz
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| Ni ventanas?
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| Si me basta sentirte amarrada a mi piel
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| Y saber que a tu modo me amas
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| Que me importa esperarte
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| Una y mil veces mas
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| Si al final tu me inundas el tiempo
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| Lo que importa es mirarte
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| En silencio y saber
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| Que tal vez sin tenerte te tengo
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| Que sin ti nada tiene valor
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| Y por eso soy tuyo
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| Esclavo y senor
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| Cosas del amor
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| Cosas de la vida:
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| Tu eres mi aguila real
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| yo soy tu gacela herida
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| Cosas de tu carne
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| Cosas de tu piel
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| Que me arrastra por las olas
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| Como barco de papel
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| Cosas del amor
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| Cosas de la vida:
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| Tu me haces el dolor
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| Y me curas las heridas
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| Cosas de tu cuerpo
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| Cosas de mi voz
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| Predicando en el desierto
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| De tu absurdo corazon
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| Things of Love
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| What does the Calvary matter
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| If to love you is to suffer
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| Or that you play with marked cards
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| What matters are the nights
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| Spent with you
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| Even if in return you tear my soul
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| What do I care about life?
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| What’s the point of living
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| If I don’t have your hot body?
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| What matters is to touch you
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| And to quench this thirst
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| That only your fountain quenches for me
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| Without you nothing has value
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| And for that I’m yours
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| Slave and gentleman
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| Things of love
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| Things of life
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| You are my golden eagle
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| And I’m your injured gazelle
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| Things of your flesh
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| Things of your skin
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| That drags me through the waves
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| Like a paper boat
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| Things of love
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| Things of life
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| You cause me pain and
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| You heal my wounds
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| Things of your body
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| Things of my voice
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| Preaching in the desert
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| About your absurd heart
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| Why do I want air
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| If I breath of you?
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| Why do I want light
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| Or windows
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| If to feel you on my skin is enough
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| And to know that you love me anyway
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| What does it matter to wait for you a
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| Thousand and one more times
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| If in the end you eliminate the time
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| What matters is to see you
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| In silence and to know
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| That perhaps without having you
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| I have you
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| That with out you nothing has value
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| And that’s why I’m yours
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| Slave and gentleman
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| Things of love
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| Things of life
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| You are my golden eagle
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| And I’m your injured gazelle
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| Things of your flesh
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| Things of your skin
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| That drags me through the waves
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| Like a paper boat
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| Things of love
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| Things of life
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| You cause me pain and you
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| Heal my wounds
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| Things of your body
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| Things of my voice
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| Preaching in the desert
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| About your absurd heart
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| Enrique Iglesias — - |