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letra de bilingual reduced emotional resonance - sean gonzalez

[verse 1]

ya entiendo bien
muchas cosas escondidas
sin saber por qué
vida buena y yo poco agradecido
con mi tiempo cómo he sido
él come el pan que se ha vencido
ya se por qué
muchas cosas de ese día
no me saben bien
no era grande nuestra vía
sin embargo
una éfimera alegría
y de mucho no servía
la poca fé
en tu mirada
me provoca dolor en la sién
me toca
verme al espejo
quiero a alguien
que prefiera que al reflejo
busco más
y no es interno
no quiero un clavo
quiero un perno
que no se salga
cuando me despierto
ya no quiero mas disimular
cuando salgo por ahí

[verse 2]

simple as it is
i get release when on the breeze
this year
my knees ain’t been bouncing so at ease
but the beat ain’t stopping em
cannot put a lock in em
a tommy gun with atomic rays
i’ve been overseas
no vacation tho it feels like it
imagine waking up to real life
don’t know what it feels like
we be robbers in the street like
rubbers breaking in between the sheets at night
don’t fight the feeling
if you wanna make it right
don’t try too hard
cause your essence iridescent
if you try to pin a meaning to it
you just condescending
if you make it too vague
you won’t make it in the present
sh-t tense, no f-rs-
but you wanna make it pause
pretend for once
you ain’t making it bout us
sh-t was great so far
but coming to an end
rest assured we’ll have our time to pretend
[hook]

why won’t i cry when i’m in pain
why can’t i tell you where the f-ck i’ve been
well f-ck feeling sorry when in bed
would like to get some f-cking sleep instead

[verse 2]

can’t you sit down by my side
i’m leaving cause this city
got my mind up in a high
there’s no coming down for now
commitment is a b-tch, yo
why the stitch ain’t coming out it feels like
why won’t i cry when i’m in pain
these silly games you play
feel like a leach inside my brain
and sh-t’s like
why can i start but never end
you can’t ever keep it simple
you must always be uptight
time for
one more to pour
to vibe for sure
two cups, one guy
and an open door
last call, i’m dizzy
they gon’ call the cops
godd-mn, it breezy
cannot go outside
this night still easily
can find a spark
of dopamine
within my mind
there’s no overtime
up in this b-tch
you calling life
still ask myself
[hook]

why won’t i cry when i’m in pain
why can’t i tell you where the f-ck i’ve been
well f-ck feeling sorry when in bed
would like to get some f-cking sleep instead

- sean gonzalez

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