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El Bezo del Final

Hay, en mi corazon, una inquietud
Hoy te veo tan distante
Hay, algo que me aleja de tu amor
De repente tu cambiaste
Hoy, insegura estoy
El estar sin ti
Se que me hara sufrir

Anoche yo senti, que me besaste diferente
Y me quede, sin saber que hacer
Yo te conozco y se
Que algo no anda bien, ven dime la verdad
No quiero imaginar
Que fue el beso del final, ooh, ahh ooh

No, se por que ha cambiado tu actitud
Ojala que todo sea un error
No quiero comprobar que te perdi
Ni que nuestro amor se acabe
Oigo una voz, que se hunde en mi
Que me vuelve a repetir
Lo que no quiero oir

Anoche yo senti que me besaste diferente
Y me quede sin saber que hacer
Yo te conozco y se
Que algo no anda bien, ven dime la verdad
No quiero imaginar
Que fue el beso del final

Hoy, insegura estoy
El estar sin ti
Se que me hara sufrir
Ohhh...

Anoche yo sente que me besaste diferente
Y me quede(me quede) sin saber que hacer
(Sin saber que hacer)
Yo te conozco y se (y te conozco)
Que algo no anda bien (algo no, anda bien), ven dime la verdad
No quiero imaginar
Ahhh...ohhh...

Anoche yo sentm, que me besaste diferente
Y me quede sin saber qui hacer (ooh ohh)
Yo te conozco y se(se conozco bien)
Que algo no anda bien, ven dime la verdad
No quiero imaginar
Que fue el beso
Que fue el beso del final

Que fue el beso del final
Que fue el beso del final
Que fue el beso del final
Que fue el beso del final
Que fue el beso del final
Que fue el beso del final
Que fue el beso del final

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