viernes, mayo 30, 2008

Tengo que aprender, uno y uno: tres, ya sé que la vida es una herida absurda

You will search, babe, at any cost. But how long, babe can you search for what's not lost?

Everybody will help you, some people are very kind. But if I can save you any time, come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine. I can't help it If you might think I'm odd, If I say I'm not loving you for what you are, but for what you're not.

The train leaves at half past ten, but it'll be back tomorrow, same time again. The conductor he's weary, He's still stuck on the line. But if I can save you any time, come on, give it to me, I'll keep it with mine.

3 comentarios:

  1. Pongo una tercera canción sobre la mesa, aunque ya estaba sugerida con la foto:

    I thought I shook myself free / you see I bounce back quicker than most / but i'm half delirious, is too mysterious / you walk through my walls like a ghost

    […]

    I act like an addict, I just got to have it / I can never just leave it alone

    Old habits die hard...

    (Lo dice una muñeca que regala besos.)

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  2. me gusta ver jugar a la gente pokar de canciones... es entretenido

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  3. y siempre hay algo más mamá... siempre hay algo más.

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