Hoy mientras me tomaba un te de esos con hierbas y cosas raras . . . (8)
Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze
I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea
I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire
I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea
I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire
We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire
She could take it back, she might take it back someday
She might take it back, she could take it back some day
Now I have seen the warnings, screaming from all sides
It's easy to ignore them and God knows I've tried
All this temptation, it turned my faith to lies
Until I couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide
She can take it back, she will take it back some day. . .
She might take it back, she could take it back some day
Now I have seen the warnings, screaming from all sides
It's easy to ignore them and God knows I've tried
All this temptation, it turned my faith to lies
Until I couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide
She can take it back, she will take it back some day. . .
Me pregunte: ¿como diablos nunca le escribi esa canción al despertar? . . . Seguro le haya gustado me respondi . . . ja
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