All my life, seems I've spent it waiting for someone... My mind's always painting i´ve always searched but the end's all alike I'll go to bed with nothing. Sleep alone in the night but, suddenly, my hopes grow, my portrait fades to bland.
I realize that my search must end, there is no perfect man but you show me that i was wrong, you showed me what's right and handed back that paintbrush to paint again... But there is no need my work is finished because of him the colors returned the light of love has won. My whole life of waiting has someone to end my strife my dream has been accomplished:
I realize that my search must end, there is no perfect man but you show me that i was wrong, you showed me what's right and handed back that paintbrush to paint again... But there is no need my work is finished because of him the colors returned the light of love has won. My whole life of waiting has someone to end my strife my dream has been accomplished:
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