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Solo Quedate en Silencio

Te encuentro despierto

me dices lo siento

con una lágrima derramas.

 

Me abrazas, me hielo

me pides un beso

y yo me quedo sin respirar.

 

Solo espera un momento

solo dime no es cierto.

 

Solo quédate en silencio cinco minutos

acariciame un momento, ven junto a mi

te daré el último beso, el mas profundo

guardaré mis sentimientos y me iré lejos de ti.

 

Tengo tanto miedo

y es que no comprendo

que fue lo que yo

he hecho mal.

 

Me abrazas, me hielo

me pides un beso

y yo me quedo sin respirar.

 

Solo espera un momento

solo dime no es cierto.

 

Solo quédate en silencio cinco minutos

cariciame un momento, ven junto a mi

te daré el último beso, el mas prefundo

guardaré mis sentimientos y me iré lejos de ti.

 

Dame tu mano, devulveme el aire

di que me amas que no eres culpable

por lo menos un momento

dime que esto no es cierto.

 

Solo quédate en silencio

acariciame un momento

te dare el último beso

guardaré mis sentimientor

y me iré lejos de ti.

 

Solo quédate en silencio cinco minutos

acariciame un momento, ven junto a mi

te daré el último beso, el mas profundo

guardaré mis sentimientos y me iré lejos de ti.

 

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