All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world
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* Mad World - Gary Jules
A veces dudo de tu presencia
ReplyDelete...
A veces creo que no hay duda
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Yo prefiero imaginarte
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A veces creo que te invento
para poder seguir viviendo
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Me da vueltas imaginarte
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Soy tu cintura, tú mi cuerpo
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Y me peleo porque dicen que
el que algo quiere algo le cuesta
y ese fantasma no me deja
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Entonces saco mi espada
me bato en duelo
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y gano si me da la gana.