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Habia una mancha en la pared que era un dibujo anos atras. Hoy con un trapo la borre: despues lo iba a lamentar. Me volvi: tras de mi la pared sin borron
She went away and left me Oh She never said a word And even if she would have told me I probably never would have heard Well she once said no other woman
Well, he never bleeds and he never fucks And he never leaves 'cause he's got bad luck Well, he never reads and he never draws And he never sleeps 'cause
People, if they choose you, then they want you to decide But you'd rather relax, kick back, enjoy the ride There's a category if you're straight or gay
I always have the same fight with you It doesn't change no matter what we do Like, 'Who is he? Where was she? Who were they with And why I don't care
Well he never bleeds and he never fucks And he never leaves cause he's got bad luck Well he never reads (reaks) and he never rusts And he never sleeps
Was it me? Honestly turn away from my purity Never look back and don't look ahead At those lies that night or empty promises It's the blood in your tears
We must never take these words too seriously Words are very important but then if we take them too seriously We destroy every thing I'm not one of those
How carefully I've shaped you in the solitude of days How peaceful is my mind entwined in cord around my fingers How sweet the days I've marked in knots
Starts from the back of your head Shifts to the front of your head because of the vibrations Ain't got no girl to kiss on, what I got Ain't got no face
I am an angel, stands in the corner Nobody sees me Invisible angel, makes certain signals Only I know what they mean Dogs and demons walks in my head
We hate each other ?cause of race and religion We hate each other ?cause of class and position We want to know why is love so hard to come by Give me
In a new place, in a strange land An undone new world, not a part of the plan Hatred and fear is the language I know Out of my home, out of control Everything
This little pig has a mind of his own This little pig thinks he's cool This little pig thinks that he's all grown And this little pig needs school This
Living with myself is hard enough So I get away when things get rough Famine, strife and thoughts of war Matter less than the dress she wore You see
What is the point of suffering? What is the purpose of joy? Is it true that the winner dies With the most toys? A lifetime spent for a dollar A lifetime
what difference does it make, is it so important, worth the friendships it will break all this strife for prevailing moments, now it's yours so fucking
