REHAB

miércoles, 11 de marzo de 2009

Y no me apuestes, que no soy buen jugador, miento poco... pero cada vez mejor.
Yo no te debo nada, no te debo nada...
cerrá bien cuando te vayas, corazón.

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Besarme, caída libre...

Detente y piensa antes de complacerme, antes de decir que me conoces, soy difícil, soy loca, soy una patá’ en to’ la boca. Pensamientos que chocan, soy lo que no se toca, soy yo pa’ ti, si me siento así el demonio tiene que existir, ¡oh, sí! La culpa es tuya por hacerme caso, yo no me canso, solo lo haría por conveniencia, es mi drama, belleza, recuerda, hay que tener paciencia, vamos a hacerlo con las manos atádas, como Mohamed, data y ratatá, yo te puedo salir cara, me regalo, pero me vendo cara,
¿te gusta? ¿te asusta?

How many special people change? How many lives are living strange? Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball, where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova in the sky. Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide in a champagne supernova, a champagne supernova in the sky.
Wake up the dawn and ask her why a dreamer dreams, she never dies. Wipe that tear away now from your eye.
Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball, where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova in the sky. Someday you will find me caught beneath the land slide in a champagne supernova, a champagne supernova.
'Cause people believe that they're gonna get away for the summer, but you and I, we live and die, the world's still spinning around we don't know why, why, why, why, why...