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Ricardo Arjona
Who
Eighteen reasons to leave you
Fourteen tips to forget
Five hundred reasons to hate you
I take out the account and add
Millions of sheep for sleeplessness
Cocktail of pills to sleep
Fourteen samples of your hair
Like knives of fakir
When was it when your love left
How was it when you left me
Let it not dawn please
The light climbs through the window
You can hear the cars from here
Your DNA is in the bed
And I clone it for me
In many ways I feel fear
That I prefer not to leave
Sixty times I said I could
Eighty more I regretted it
When was it when your love left
How was it when you left me
Who kissed you, far from here
Meanwhile I invented you in the bed
Who touched you, far from me
Who is with you this morning
How much did I lose who won you
What do I do with this fear of the future
Take out the account as subtract
There's seven Monday's per week
There's thirty winters every month
The hours are made of porcelain
Life a game of chess
You left mines in the house
With the goal of murdering
Life cries when it happens
Luck laughs in the plackard
When was it when your love left
How was it when you left me
Who kissed you, far from here
Meanwhile I invented you in the bed
Who touched you, far from me
Who is with you this morning
How much did I lose who won you
What do I do with this fear of the future
You left your shadow hanging around without permission in the house
The footprint in the carpet of you back like a crater on the moos
Your refection in the mirror
Who kissed you, far from here
Meanwhile I invented you in the bed
Who touched you, far from me
Who is with you this morning
How much did I lose who won you
What do I do with this fear of the future
Take out the account as subtract
Oh, no
Who won you
Who kissed you, far from here
Who is with you this morning
