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Alejandro
Hey baby
your poetry
Keep your poems and to yourself

I'm not asking that everyday be
I'm not asking that there to be a every Friday
Nor do I ask you come back begging
If you're crying dry eyes
about her
Oh my love, it hurts so
It so much
That you left without saying a
Oh my love, losing you was

Sanz:
I know I haven't a saint
But I can it up to you

Man doesn't live on alone
Nor do I live on

Sanz:
We only learn from
And today I know my is yours

Better save that for
Take that bone to some dog
And say goodbye

Alejandro
I can't ask winter to spare a rose
I can't ask an elm to bear
I can't ask the of a mere mortal
And go about thousands of pearls
swine

Alejandro
Oh my love, it so much
It hurts so
That you no trust my promises
Oh my love, losing you has been
I I haven't been a saint
But I can it up to you

Man doesn't live on bread
Nor do I live on

Alejandro
We only learn mistakes
And today I know my heart is

Better that for yourself
Take that to some other dog
And lets say

Sanz:
Listen, baby, you go
Listen, baby, get angry
Monday to Friday you have my love
Give Saturday to me and be better off
Listen baby, punish me anymore
Without you, out I have no peace
I'm a repentant man,
I'm the bird that to its nest
I know I haven't been a
And I'm not made of

Man doesn't on bread lone
Nor do I on excuses

Alejandro
We only from mistakes
And today I my heart is yours

Oh after all I've for you
It was such to lose you
It me so that it's like this
Keep on sorry
I,
I'm not to cry over you