I found a little box full of stories
A bunch of documents so false
Our lives

In my hands now
Is every part of our story
And I don't know if I tear it up or throw it away
And what do I do now?

I made the madness of tearing our photos
And one by one I will have to glue
But it was in the heat of anger
At the time, at the time of anger

That second I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw that I loved you
But it was in the heat of anger
At the time, at the time of anger

In my hands now
Is every part of our story
And I don't know if I tear it up or throw it away
And what do I do now?

I made the madness of tearing our photos
And one by one I will have to glue
But it was in the heat of anger
At the time, at the time of anger

That second I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw that I loved you
But it was in the heat of anger
At the time, at the time of anger

But it was in the heat of anger
At the time, at the time of anger

That second I thought I even hated you
But I took a deep breath and saw that I loved you
But it was in the heat of anger
At the time, at the time of anger

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