You're to far to bring you close
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And too high to see below
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just hangin' on your daily dose
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I know you never needed anyone
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But the rolling papers for your grass
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How can you give what you don't have?
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You keep on aiming for the top
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And quit before you sweat a drop
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Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
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You start out playing with yourself
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You get more fun within your shell
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Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
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[Chorus:]
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I'll leave again
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Cuz I've been waiting in vain
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But you're so in love with yourself
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If I say my heart is sore
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Sounds like a cheap metaphor
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So I won't repeat it no more
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I'd rather eat my soup with a fork
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Or drive a cab in New York
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Cuz to talk to you is harder work
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So what's the point of wasting all my words
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If it's just the same or even worse
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Than reading poems to a horse
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You keep on aiming for the top
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And quit before you sweat a drop
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Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
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I bet you'll find someone like you
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Cuz there's a foot for every shoe
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I wish you luck but I've got other things to do
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I'll leave again 'cause I've
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Been waiting in vain
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But you're so in love with yourself
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If I say my heart is sore
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Sounds like a cheap metaphor
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So I won't repeat it no more
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Poem To A Horse
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Shakira |