Pero no, no hay prisa; te duele el corazón al recordar su sonrisa, te duele con razón, pero no, no hay prisa.
Y vuelves a tu casa con la misma camisa, pero con manchas de ron.
divendres, 15 de març del 2013
The promises we made were not enough The prayers that we prayed were like a drug The secrets that we sold were never known The love we had, the love we had, we had to let i go
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