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" -Eso tiene fácil arreglo. Pregúnteme a mí. Yo siempre me equivoco.
-No, no se equivoca. Me parece que ve usted las cosas casi tan claras como yo y que eso tampoco le reporta satisfacción alguna.
Escuchándole se me ocurrió que en aquel instante lo único que me podía proporcionar alguna satisfacción era prenderle fuego al mundo entero y arder con él. "
Don't you see I'm tired, too tired of this. My strength is gone. It is not I'm hopless, it's just sadness.
So what if I'm playing, that's just the way it goes. I've done nothing, I'm just letting things happen alone.
"Feelingless" has no meaning, search for what's declare.
There's no melody to tell this. There are no chords to make it real. Nothing can make this desapear. No way.
Maybe I'm just needing shelter. Not about sympathy, not about pity. Shelter. Cause I'm not just lost; I'm completly out of the way you built for me.
Now, if you're listening, take me back. You know I'm lost, You know I'm lost.
So what if I'm playing, that's just the way it goes. I've done nothing, I'm just letting things happen alone.
"Feelingless" has no meaning, search for what's declare.
There's no melody to tell this. There are no chords to make it real. Nothing can make this desapear. No way.
Maybe I'm just needing shelter. Not about sympathy, not about pity. Shelter. Cause I'm not just lost; I'm completly out of the way you built for me.
Now, if you're listening, take me back. You know I'm lost, You know I'm lost.
No es por miedo, ni siquiera es por pereza. ¿Tú qué crees?
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