So, you see,
as everything gets mixed
And from the heart to your lips, I become your puzzle.
Your laugh screams I should let you go
Before losing grip and giving up,
'cause I will never ask so much of you;
You already treat me like a big child
And we don't have anything to risk anymore,
Apart from our lives we leave beside.
And you still like me, and I love you a bit more;
But you still love me, and I like you a bit more.
It's enough for these splits;
It's harder to do than other times;
Because without laughing, it's easier to dream
about what we will never be able to touch again.
So we hold hands, like youngsters;
Happiness on the lips, a bit naรฏvely,
And we walk together, with determined steps,
So that our heads scream we should stop everything.
You still love me and I, I like you a bit more.
But you still like me and I;
Still, I, I love you a bit more;
But you, you still love me and I like you a bit more;
And despite that, you still like me and I love you a bit more.
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