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Lletres: Blur. Leisure. Fool.

Sorry, but I don't understand
The things you say, they make no sense at all
Funny, but I think that you mean them all this time
Don't you?

I know that you think I'm a fool
But couldn't you try to forgive a fool
One more time

Sorry, but I'm not really listening
I've got my mind on something else
And sometimes I wonder if I'm here
If I'm here at all

I know that you want me to go, don't you?
But it's not as easy as it seems
I know that you think I'm not here at all
But I'm just as fed up as you

I know that you want me to leave
I'm amazed at how cold you can be
Well, may my weak and insipid soul
Grow stronger in your absence