Miércoles, como un día que nací.
I´m being cruel, i´m being cruel.
La letra de esta canción como los instantes después de.
Y la música de ella como los instantes en.
My nose
ay, lucía, el doctor está en lo cierto, tienes miopía.
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Does it make you happy to ignore me on streets?
I guess by now you think I’m weak
I wish you could have said something before now
I wouldn’t share a bag of chips with you
In my opinion you don’t have a clue
I’m being cruel I’m being cruel
I don’t want to be part of your scene
I’ll stick with him and keep my nose clean
You’re the one pretending to be licking stamps
All alone in a room following lines on maps
It’s clear you don’t want me here
How about I send you a book on nutrition
You can stop spoon-feeding me non-fiction
Just for a while, I will fake a smile
Why did you say she was a friend of mine?
I thought it was me you couldn’t stand I’m confused
I will win you will lose
You’ve taken to phoning my house when you’re drunk
Confessing all your love I wish you could have said so before now
I don’t want to be part of your scene I’ll stick with him and keep my nose clean
-Camera obscura
