Do you ever wish you could rewind and turn back time to correct the past? Correct what you did?
Why do you keep using lies and deceit
Saying that it is out of love?
I walk every day underneath the night sky
Looking for the person you used to be
In the streets of Madrid where we collected memories
But destiny doesn't want me to find you
So I ask myself, what kind of love is this?
Anna
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