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Estábamos en medio de una conversación de madrugada.
Ella toma la palma de mi mano, la mira fijamente y dice:
"Ves estas dos líneas? no se unen...nunca vas a encontrar el amor, tu vida va a ser tan triste"
Y lentamente se da la media vuelta y sigue durmiendo.
Y mientras tanto yo sigo allí.
Letrografiado por mao a las
11:36 PM
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Like Being Home - She wakes up every day just thinking about her job She takes a shower and gets dresses always on a rush 10 hours pass and she hasn't given it a thought She drives black home, she feels alone, one more day is gone But today she'll meet someone that will change her day While buying something she feels him starting at her Not only this day but he'll change all of her days She realizes at the end that All she wants is to feel Like Being Home Like Being hugged Like Being home back again Like Being loved Sample looping in background: This is the Panic Office, section nine-seventeen may have been hit. Activate the following procedure. |
2 Comments:
A veces es el amor el que trae la triteza. It's a lose-lose situation
Letrografiado polifonicamente por:
allBash, at 3:17 AM
No quisiera pensar que el que dos líneas no se unan, significa que no encontrarás al amor...
Claro la última vez que me leyeron la mano, me dijeron que el amor de mi vida es una abogada...
Sigo en abstinencia y la cosa pinta grave. Un saludito
Letrografiado polifonicamente por:
P., at 2:53 PM
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