Out there six against six in the neighborhood soccer contest
In here an insect sits without complexes in the closet
A spokesperson with sales objectives announces the worst news
And The widow across the street saw a boy of twenty with malice
And the Sun that goes out and the Moon turns on
And no one understands the philosopher neighbor
And she warned that the clock was not advancing
I presumed that it was a mechanical defect
I did not understand that it was because time was not passing
Because I have always, always thought on you
Thinking about you, thinking about you
It's like opening a hole in time
Thinking about you
Thinking about you, thinking about you
It's a waste of masochism
Just thinking about you
Out there four against three was the final result
And the sneeze I gave was a hurricane for this insect
And here the announcer has changed the news because he has not sold anything
And the flirtatious widow solved her problem as best she could
And the Moon goes out and it is the Sun that lights up
And the philosopher flies on his smoke comet
And he noticed that the clock was not advancing
He presumed that it was a mechanical defect
I didn't understand that it was because I didn't have time passing
Because I have always, always thought about you
Thinking about you, thinking about you
It's like opening a hole in time
Thinking about you
Thinking about you, thinking about you
It is a waste of masochism
Thinking about you, without me

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