Pick up all your tears, throw 'em in your back seat, leave without a second glace, somehow i'm to blame, for this never-ending racetrack you call life, just turn right, into my arms, turn right, you won't be alone, you might fall off this track sometime. hope to see you on the finish line.Te amo con todo mi corazón Agustina.
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