Music is my radar.



Well is it cruel or kind not to speak my mind and to lie to you, rather than hurt you? Well, I'll confess all of my sins after several large gins, but still I'll hide from you, and hide what's inside from you. And alarm bells ring when you say your heart still sings. When you're with me, oh darling, please forgive me. But I no longer hear the music; oh, no, no, and all the memories of the pubs, and the clubs, and the drugs, and the tubs we shared together will stay with me forever. But all the highs, and the lows, and the tos, and the fros, they left me dizzy. Oh darling, please forgive me. But I no longer hear the music; oh, no, no. Well, I no longer hear the music when the lights go out. Love goes cold in the shades of doubt, the strange face in my mind is all too clear. Music when the lights come on, the boy I thought I knew has gone, and with him my heart, it disappeared. Well, I no longer hear the music; oh, no, no. And all the memories of the fights and nights, under blue lights, and all the kites we flew together; love, thought they'll fly forever. But all the highs, and the lows, and the tos, and the fros, they left me dizzy. Oh, won't you please forgive me?

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Sebastián dijo...

Jajaja, robame el blog no ai drama (?

Unpredictable dijo...

aaaaaaaaaaaaay
shine on (L)
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como amo ese tema,
un beso gorda !