lunes, 18 de julio de 2011
Pocos saben hacer un puzzle con palabras rotas.
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He tardado demasiado en darme cuenta que he desgastado sentimientos en labios que no debía, en bocas que no eran la tuya.
Some of the lies worth believing.
Many the lives we lived in each day, and buried altogether.
But it isn't.
No matter what happens now, you shouldn't be afraid, because I know today has been the most perfect day I've ever seen.
All we are is bullets
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Some of the lies worth believing.
And we grow cold
Many the lives we lived in each day, and buried altogether.
This would be many pretty things
But it isn't.
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