sábado, 7 de marzo de 2015

Algún día tenía que asumir la realidad. Si quererte a ti es jodido, imagínate cómo es querer a mí misma. Y aquí sigo, intentandolo. Al menos yo no voy a desaparecer nunca de mi lado. 


He dejado las copas, he dejado las cervezas, he dejado el tinto y la más minina adicción, grita tu nombre. 


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  1. Looking out my window an angel in robes
    Appeared and nearly pulled me apart
    A million miles of freedom, a million miles of road
    But I still don't know where to start
    She wrote her number down, and she gave it to me
    They had to scrape me off the floor
    In this transient town, waiters and dealers
    Trying to get their foot in the door...

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