| You can't understand how I feel
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| The sensations when I have you near
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| When I wake up early in the morning
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| And I can't find you in bed, you who get up earlier
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| Your good morning on a note
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| And your lipstick on top of a can
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| You are outside woman, inside girl
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| Your head is in the air and you look saucy
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| This life is tough, but you don't know it yet
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| You walk barefoot over the scorpions
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| Pure creature, naive by nature
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| You who still believe that the good guys win
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| You send me out when I'm driving
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| And I think about making money, robbery face
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| While you smile and look out dazed
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| Above the kites like a child
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| I lose my compass when your body
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| It is reflected in my eyes
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| But these roads already know where they lead
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| Baby, I know your moles by heart
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| I know that every day is the same story
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| You look in the mirror and then go into paranoia
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| Every time you want to redo something
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| But I swear: I like you as you are
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| I have seen you a hundred times saying: "Enough"
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| But now-ouch-ouch-ouch
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| I know you will come home an hour later
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| We who together are as if we never get old
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| Ouch-ouch-ouch
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| That we were left in that picture of the two of us (wo-oh)
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| In which you are laughing and you lay your eyes on mine
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| Even when you're on your own (wo-oh)
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| And I have my own business
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| For you there are and you are there, no words are needed
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| You shine like a comet
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| With that goddess face
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| Not even you should be here
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| But on top of a coin
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| With you every day is my best day
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| I want to grow old with you, hey
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| Maybe die in L.A.
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| And then put on replay
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| This life, baby, is a game of dice
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| But as long as you trust us, we go
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| I'll be your guide and if by chance you fall
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| In their envy, shake my hand
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| If hatred is a virus, I get little sick
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| Because life has given me a gift
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| With you who are cool even dressed in a bad way
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| My inspiration as Frida Kahlo
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| If before I met you, every story of mine lasted two nights
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| With you, I swear, I'd make two brats
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| Similar to me but with your eyes (Uoh-oh)
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| The house full of games
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| While in the studio I try to make money
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| We will be free or dead
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| Like we're Clyde and Bonnie (Uoh-oh-oh)
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| I have seen you a hundred times saying: "Enough"
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| But now-ouch-ouch-ouch
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| I know you will come home an hour later
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| We who together are as if we never get old
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| Ouch-ouch-ouch
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| That we were left in that picture of the two of us (wo-oh)
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| In which you are laughing and you lay your eyes on mine
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| Even when you're on your own (wo-oh)
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| And I have my own business
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| For you there are and you are there, no words are needed |