os llamo y os pido
os pido llamando
noc-noc
os pillo recibiendo
os recibo pidiendo
y cosechando
urte berri on!!!!
verde seco, azul húmedo como la lengua. Rojo quemado, negro cerrado, blanco mortaja, blanco perla como la cuerda seca. Negro visión, negro pino, negro brillante como la laca.
When you were here before couldn't look you in the eye you're just like an angel your skin makes me cry you float like a feather in a beautiful world i wish i was special you're so fuckin' special but i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. I don't care if it hurts i want to have control i want a perfect body i want a perfect soul i want you to notice when i'm not around you're so fuckin' special i wish i was special But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo. what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. She's running out again, she's running out she's run run run running out... Whatever makes you happy whatever you want you're so fuckin' special i wish i was special... But i'm a creep, i'm a weirdo, what the hell am i doing here? i don't belong here. i don't belong here. |
Fuente: musica.com |
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