You tell me, I tell you
And so our daily war begins
I arm myself with adjectives
You conjugate the worst of my pasts
And I point out where it hurts
And I remind you of the worst of your sins
You will reverse the offensive
And you shoot where you know it does damage
And on the battlefield
The minutes that remain dead we lose
You tell me, I tell you
And this is how our daily war ends
This war without quarter that no one wins
Why do we talk and not use that time to kiss each other
/>In painting ourselves with our hands, the caresses that we want
And that we don't give ourselves because we always talk
About yours and mine, the past and the guilty
While another minute dies because we talked
I already told you it's not true
You already said that you are not what I say
No one believes, no one accepts
Everyone defends their utopia
The ghost of the doubt makes its way on the frontier of the future
And the dying present is consoled by the little that we have left
And I love you uuu and you love me
But we are more idiots than sensible
And another day appears and we are left with incurable sores
Of this damned disease of talking too much
Why do we talk and not use that time to give each other kisses
In painting ourselves with our hands, caresses What we want
And what we don't give ourselves because we always talk
About yours and mine, the past and the guilty ones
While another minute dies because we talk
While another minute dies because what do we talk about

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