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Is it the second time... you put another face on All of this time there must have been a haze upon my fields of sound and vision Then suddenly you change your fitful mood You overstate the impact of your playbill Your twisted words call me your man while you spice your glance with an everlasting tenderness But I must say my love is alive... when you're not around Isn't it all sad when we can't undo this sullied beauty It is... not the first time you change your dresscode Provide yourself with the accent and the traits of an upper-class girl You're chatting with a mouthful I said : Don't go flatly for the money dear You said :Do you really think that's what I do? But I need these men to carry me up the hill And God I know you need a lot of space to breathe And I myself have too much greed We always promised to be fair But how could we have known that this passion would lead us to despair My love is sharp... when you're not there This time is... the first time A drastic change will bring us towards two separate lives I guess this love goes on the record as the biggest in my life No, there is no plastic surgery that can blur these manifold bruises Oh no, it's too late to cry out for excuses... Let's be better friends Give me a fountain-pen to write down the ending of this lover's walk... A brief episode makes this crossroad come to an end From Letras Mania