Nada parece estar roto hoy (sólo la voz del que llega tarde).

jueves, 7 de mayo de 2009

Añadir imagenI've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror
and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer
my breath fogged up the glass
and so I drew a new face and laughed
I guess what I'm a sayin'is there ain't no better reason
to rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons
it's what we aim to do
our name is our virtue

I won't hesitate no more, no more
it cannot wait, i'm sure
there's no need to complicate our time is short
it cannot wait, i'm yours.

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