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This song of mine I'd like to dedicate to you This song of mine I write to you in that bar This song of mine only serves me to resurrect how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was When the day begins I have to get up When the day begins I don't know what to have for breakfast When the day begins Even the street cleaner can talk about how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was My bed is cold I can't warm it up My bed is cold and who will replace you My bed is cold I prefer to be alone and savor how beautiful it was, how beautiful it was From Letras Mania