_Para mi bola... de cañón_ *Cannonball* Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt Still a little harder to say what's going on Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed You step a little closer each day That I can’t say what's going on Stones taught me to fly Love, taught me to lie Life taught me to die So it's not hard to fall When you float like a cannonball Still a little bit of your song in my ear Still a little bit of your words I long to hear You step a little closer to me So close that I can't see what's going

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