martes, 25 de noviembre de 2014

Calle desconocida.

Entrar a una tienda donde comienzan a sonar esas canciones que no deseas oír y que tienen la intención de revelar tu verdad que haz intentado alejar.


You were like home to me
I don't recognize this street


I know it's always been there
but there is trouble ahead I can feel it
You were just saving yourself when you hide it


I'll be saving myself from the ruin

I know it wasn't always wrong
But I’ve never known a winter so cold
No, I don't want my hands in the cold



Fin de las transmisiones, hay un fin de semestre esperándome y el título está llamándome.


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Calle desconocida.

Entrar a una tienda donde comienzan a sonar esas canciones que no deseas oír y que tienen la intención de revelar tu verdad que haz intentado alejar.


You were like home to me
I don't recognize this street


I know it's always been there
but there is trouble ahead I can feel it
You were just saving yourself when you hide it


I'll be saving myself from the ruin

I know it wasn't always wrong
But I’ve never known a winter so cold
No, I don't want my hands in the cold



Fin de las transmisiones, hay un fin de semestre esperándome y el título está llamándome.


No hay comentarios:

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