Deja Vu (part. Shakira)

You opened my wounds
That I thought were already healed
With lemon, tequila, and salt
A repeated story
Just a déjà vu
That never reaches its end

I'd better stay alone
And forget about your things, your eyes
I'd better dodge the dust
I don't want to fall again into that picture of madness
Of total hypocrisy

Who can talk about love
And defend it?
Raise your hand, please
Who can talk about pain?
Pay the bail
So it leaves my heart
If someone is going to talk about love
I assure you
It won't be me
No, it won't be me

This recurring idea
Wants to play with my mind
To charm me again
A repeated story
Just a déjà vu
That never reaches its end

I'd better stay alone
And forget about your things, your eyes
I'd better dodge the dust
I don't want to fall again into that picture of madness
Of total hypocrisy

Who can talk about love
And defend it?
Raise your hand, please
Who can talk about pain?
Pay the bail
So it leaves my heart
If someone is going to talk about love
I assure you
It won't be me

Who can talk about love
And defend it?
Raise your hand, please
Who can talk about pain?
Pay the bail
So it leaves my heart
If someone is going to talk about love
I assure you
It won't be me
It won't be me