Deja Vu (part. Shakira)

You reopened the wounds for me
That I thought were already healed
With lime, tequila, and salt
A story that repeats
Just a déjà vu
That never seems to end

I'd rather stay alone
And forget your things, your eyes
I'd rather avoid 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
To get it out of my heart
If anyone's gonna talk about love
I assure you
That's not gonna be me
No, that's not gonna be me

This recurring idea
Wants to play with my mind
To trick me again
A story that repeats
Just a déjà vu
That never seems to end

I'd rather stay alone
And forget your things, your eyes
I'd rather avoid 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
To get it out of my heart
If anyone's gonna talk about love
I assure you
That's not gonna be me

Who can talk about love
And defend it?
Raise your hand, please
Who can talk about pain?
Pay the bail
To get it out of my heart
If anyone's gonna talk about love
I assure you
That's not gonna be me
That's not gonna be me