Beatriz, no era una loca de patio...
Suburban bathers own the sea
But just between you and me
The sun has never fully set
That's seen the bathers fully wet
I see the sea,
The sea sees me
They seem to run to morning light
And crash the boards between the night
If they'd learn to love themselves
They might survive the murky depths
I see the sea,
The sea sees me
If I'd learn to love myself
I might survive the murky depths
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