You know that you only know how to get tangled up in tangles
and you run backwards and forwards.
Your performance is always the focus of attention,
you give me your cardboard soul.
Poetry It's on the street, you know.
And if you tell them, your knees do know
about distances... that going to the bar is a trip.
You've taken the health of the practitioner ahead of you.
You have fabric to make seven suits.
Look, poetry is in the street.
They travel on your boots.
I ask for roses and yesterday.
Life forgives you everything
but I no longer know if I can do it without wanting to.
Baby, you will never change, damn it.
You are always getting into gardens ,
playing to be older, challenging the heights,
doubling down on your heel.
Baby, you're always looking for problems,
and then you come... damn Let it be your art, asking me for forgiveness
and I will be here again to forgive you.
Look, more disasters fit in the palm of your hand
than speech in the mouth of the faker .
For you everything is a game without a script,
always get out of line...
and let the sun rise over Alicante.
And you leave with the worst of each class
br/>let's try, because nothing happens by trying.
And by trying you missed the best,
life was around
but you never found out
that you missed the best , nonsense.
And put a key in that mouth,
put a brake on your feet.
Calm down your crazy little head,
that doubts so much...
It's not that difficult.
Baby, you'll never change, damn it.
You're always messing around in gardens,
playing at being older, challenging heights,
doubling down on your heel.
Baby, you're always looking for trouble,
and then you come... damn your art, asking for my forgiveness
and I'll be © here again to forgive you.
Baby, you are always looking for trouble,
and then you come... damn your art, asking me for forgiveness
and I will be here again to forgive you.

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