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No se nota

Robert Cray

It Doesn't Show

You threw out my clothes
The things i own,
And locked the door.

I guess i crossed the line,
Wasted your time,
I had to go.

If you've made other plans i understand,
The fool i am.
It doesn't show,
No,No.

Old friends just pass me by,
They seem to hide,
Im not alive.

I tried you on the phone,
He says your gone,
Don't call no more.

I've tried everything,
I even sang,
You gave back the ring,
And laughed at me.
But it doesn't show.
No, No. (ooooo)

It doesn't show

No se nota

Tiraste mi ropa
Las cosas que poseo,
Y cerraste la puerta.

Supongo que crucé la línea,
Perdí tu tiempo,
Tenía que irme.

Si has hecho otros planes, lo entiendo,
El tonto que soy.
No se nota,
No, no.

Los viejos amigos simplemente me ignoran,
Parecen esconderse,
No estoy vivo.

Te llamé por teléfono,
Él dice que te fuiste,
No llames más.

He intentado de todo,
Incluso canté,
Me devolviste el anillo,
Y te reíste de mí.
Pero no se nota.
No, no. (ooooo)

No se nota

Escrita por: Robert Cray