onsdag 18 februari 2015
Lágrimas desordenadas - Melendi
If my heart still can't get dressed by himself
that's because he hasn't found his soulmate
He fights rounds sent by life
He lives with a hundred cats in a backstreet
And in the skyline of my burning chest
I'm a superman looking for your phone box
The subject of "the squeaky wheel gets the grease"
A whore with office hours
And I dipped your memories
And they float because the water's salty
Cause from my eyes
Messed up tears come out
Don't think I'm crazy
Cause I live my way
I'm gonna spend all day drinking
and all night stuck to a bottle
If my heart keeps on being a skull
that's because he didn't learn how to pretend
Each time he sees your hips moving
his keys fall to the bar
And in the skyline of my burning chest
I'm a superman looking for your phone box
The subject of "the squeaky wheel gets the grease"
A whore with office hours
And I dipped your memories
And they float because the water's salty
Cause from my eyes
Messed up tears come out
Don't think I'm crazy
Cause I live my way
I'm gonna spend all day drinking
and all night stuck to a bottle
And I've planted a garden of happiness
To make my days more fun
And I've dreamt with sleeping between your legs
And I've left the dream head over heels
And I dipped your memories
And they float because the water's salty
Cause from my eyes
Messed up tears come out
Don't think I'm crazy
Cause I live my way
I'm gonna spend all day drinking
and all night stuck to a bottle
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