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Puedes amarme, pero no puedes tocarme.
Puedes follarme, pero no puedes besarme.
Puedes herirme, pero no puedes matarme.
Puedes perderme, pero no puedes tenerme.
Puedes recordarme, pero no puedes olvidarme.
La Muerte... mi morada eterna...
jueves, mayo 19, 2005
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How can you see into my eyes
like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb?
Without a soul
my spirit sleeping somewhere cold,
until you find it there and lead it back home.
(Wake me up.)
Wake me up inside.
(I can't wake up.)
Wake me up inside.
(Save me. )
Call my name and save me from the dark.
(Wake me up. )
Bid my blood to run.
(I can't wake up. )
Before I come undone.
(Save me. )
Save me from the nothing I've become.
Now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me.
Breathe into me and make me real.
Bring me to life.
I've been living a lie/There's nothing inside.
Bring me to life.
Frozen inside without your touch,
without your love, darling.
Only you are the life among the dead.
All of this time
I can't believe I couldn't see
Kept in the dark
but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems.
Got to open my eyes to everything.
Without a thought
Without a voice
Without a soul
Don't let me die here/There must be something more.
Bring me to life.
Una cuestión de estrategia.
Andrea.
Eso será si estás dormida por dentro.
Me temo que yo estoy más que despierta.
Manuel Fraga es a la Poesía
como tú eres a una coplilla
Tú lo que eres es un gilipollas, B. xDDD
me caes bien, pero imitas tanto...
(ahora bien, como publicitario me vendrá bien público como tú)
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