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Now after all, don't feel like nothing
like walking away
like a mouth full of rain/
at twelve o clock
the bell starts ringing
a dog starts barking
and you're still missing
still missing something
you've never known what it was/
and I'm not one for thinking twice
but I know this much is true
the earth will turn, the pot'll burn/
and you are my revolver/
just waking up
some dogs start barking
a bell starts ringing
and you're still missing
and after all, don't feel like nothing
like walking away
like a mouth full of rain/
I'm holding on 'cause you're my revolver'
and I dreamed of ending
and flying away.
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........ {the ballad of broken seas, gran disco}
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2 comentarios:
es que la happiness es una warm gun.
Maldito seas, Roberto. Me sacaste el comentario de la boca. O de los dedos, mejor dicho.
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