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Lletres: Gomez. Blind.

You're stuck with me and I can never see it changing
Do you believe this mess is getting any better?

Will you ride it out with me?
I can't see what it is I should or shouldn't be doing

Time and time again I told you
I won't be around when your phone stops ringing

And I can't fight
The past blinds me
And I won't mess with your woman
So don't you mess around with me

I told you once or twice before, but you won't listen
I tried my best but you do not seem to be hearing

I'm not surprised that we all keep telling lies
So let's just fight, I am resigned

Time and time again I told you
I won't be around when your phone stops ringing

And I can't fight
The past blinds me
And I won't mess with your woman
So don't you mess around with me

And I can't fight
The past blinds me
And I won't mess with your woman
So don't you mess around with me

And I can't fight
The past blinds me
And I won't mess with your woman
So don't you mess around with me

And I can't fight
The past blinds me
And I won't mess with your woman
So don't you mess around with me

And I can't fight
(Will you ride it out?)
The past blinds me
(Will you ride it out?)

And I won't mess with your woman
(Will you ride it out?)
So don't you mess around with me
(Will you ride it out?)

And I
(Will you ride it out?)
And I
(Will you ride it out?)
And I
(Will you ride it out?)
And I
(Will you ride it out?)

And I
(Will you ride it out?)
And I
(Will you ride it out?)
And I
(Will you ride it out?)
And I
(Will you ride?)

And I, and I, and I, and I
And I, and I, and I