And every night I think about her
I'm still waiting for her to call me back
She doesn't pick up her phone
And every night I think about her
And every day I think about her

You tell me you have a sad face, clearly your artist's life
Stop acting like a queen, you're really just an actress
You tell me you have a sad face, stop these whims
I already know all your vices, look at my scars

I reach out to you, you hurt my eyes
You take my time, I resent you
When you come back, it's whenever you want
Come on, grow up a bit

And while you shine, I spiral
Without you even knowing it of course
You see me differently

And every night I think about her
I'm still waiting for her to call me back
She doesn't pick up her phone
And every night I think about her
And every day I think about her
And all my life I think about her
While she plays at being beautiful
She doesn't pick up her phone
And every night I think about her
I'm still waiting for her to call me back
She knows very well that I love her (that I love her)

She gives me a headache
She tells me, it's over I quit
I have my head on my shoulders but my heart is crying for help
She gives me a headache
She tells me it will be okay don't worry
I had given her my heart, but she returned it in pieces
All these years by your side
Tell me who's to blame
I only wanted to provide for you
It was you I wanted, not another
I turned the page, dropped the matter
Everything becomes blurry in the photos
I'll come to collect my things

And every night I think about her
I'm still waiting for her to call me back
She doesn't pick up her phone
And every night I think about her
And every day I think about her
And all my life I think about her
While she plays at being beautiful
She doesn't pick up her phone
And every night I think about her
I'm still waiting for her to call me back
She knows very well that I love her

And every night I think about her
I'm still waiting for her to call me back
She doesn't pick up her phone
And every night I think about her
And every day I think about her
And all my life I think about her
While she plays at being beautiful
She doesn't pick up her phone
And every night I think about her
I'm still waiting for her to call me back
She knows very well that I love her

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