martes, 1 de diciembre de 2009
Cuando llueve...
And when it rains on this side of town it touches everything.
Just say it again and mean it. We don't miss a thing.
You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole
and convinced yourself that it's not the reason you don't see the sun anymore.
No, how could you do it? I never saw it coming.
I need an ending so why can't you stay just long enough to explain?
And when it rains you always find an escape just running away
from all of the ones who love you, from everything.
You made yourself a bed at the bottom of the blackest hole
and you'll sleep until May, you'll say that you don't want to see the sun anymore.
Explain your side, take my side.
Take these chances to turn it around, take these chances we'll make it somehow.
And take these chances and turn it around... just turn it around.
You can take your time, take my time.
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