Pasó la época de parciales. Sensación placentera, menos nervios, mas horas de sueño. Pocas cosas se comparan a estos momentos.
Vuelve la calma de tu voz con la corriente del río. Manto de cielo sobre el tendal, teje tu nombre y el mío.
martes, 8 de junio de 2010
Hey There Delilah
Este tema lo es todo en este momento.
Pasó la época de parciales. Sensación placentera, menos nervios, mas horas de sueño. Pocas cosas se comparan a estos momentos.
Pasó la época de parciales. Sensación placentera, menos nervios, mas horas de sueño. Pocas cosas se comparan a estos momentos.
martes, 1 de junio de 2010
Día 12
Whatever tickles your fancy
♪ I'm dying tomorrow. This house, this street, Chicago. I'm dying tomorrow. Did I do it right.
Did I remember to sleep in. Take lots of pills. Commit irreversible sins.
Did I at least try to kiss the prettiest girl at the right time.
Did I remember to keep your beer as full as mine.
Did I remember to say cheers.
Did I at least try to make sure everybody had a good time. Had the best time
Did I remember to stay up late.
Drinking for the fun.
Drinking for the taste.
Did I run outside to kiss the rain under electrical skies.
I'm dying tomorrow
This house, this street, Chicago
I'm dying tomorrow
Did I do it right
♪
♪ I'm dying tomorrow. This house, this street, Chicago. I'm dying tomorrow. Did I do it right.
Did I remember to sleep in. Take lots of pills. Commit irreversible sins.
Did I at least try to kiss the prettiest girl at the right time.
Did I remember to keep your beer as full as mine.
Did I remember to say cheers.
Did I at least try to make sure everybody had a good time. Had the best time
Did I remember to stay up late.
Drinking for the fun.
Drinking for the taste.
Did I run outside to kiss the rain under electrical skies.
I'm dying tomorrow
This house, this street, Chicago
I'm dying tomorrow
Did I do it right
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