(*Julieta Venegas)
I'm looking for a way to tell you what I feel*
And I can't find a way without repeating,
What has already been said,
What has already been said,
Long before me.
Blank page,
They tell me a song,
That I listened for so long,
As already said,
Like It's already been said,
I liked it so much,
That I want to sing it to you.
These words were already said,
You didn't know,
How unoriginal,
How unoriginal,
Those promises have already been made,
So many times,
I think I made them,
What a lack of imagination.
If it feels so original.
I have your eyes and your voice so close,
I almost don't believe in what I see,
And what was already said,
As it was already said,
I liked it so much ,
That I want to sing it to you.
These words have already been said,
You didn't know,
How unoriginal,
How unoriginal,
Those promises already They were made,
So many times,
I think I made them,
What a lack of imagination.
If it feels so original.
Leaving would be to tell you who I am,< br/>And what I feel, say it in silence,
Or serenade you,
And confess it all at once.
What I feel,
It is original,
What we are,
It is original,
What you sing,
It is original,
What I feel,
It is original,
What we are,
It is original,
What I feel,
It is original,
I look at you,
It is original,
Very original.

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