Marta tiene 23 anos y esta estudiando En su corta edad tiene apartamento en condado Ella no sale con hombres, ni acepta regalos Y todo por la culpa del
In my mind In my mind It was, oh, so fine Happy now Happy gone I am often wrong Put me on Scissor me Then you leave me be Cut me out Knead me too You
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Pushing, pulling me down again Pushing, pulling me down again It's getting bad I can't breathe I won't let them in I won't let them in Crushing, pushing
(D.Previn/A.Previn) Gotta get off, gonna get Have to get off from this ride Gotta get hold, gonna get Need to get hold of my pride When did I get, where
Out across the heavens When you're sleeping in your bed Someone turns a light on Can you feel it burn inside your head? Floating out your window On the
Rip, staple bite babies!!! I tear heads off babies and lick their soft skull caps Spineless fetus round and supple Suffocated within my duffel Infant
I never ever thought I'd say these words that I say to you a rapsody in blue You'll want sense your caress leaves me heavenly such a renaty Clean your
I'm not numb that anymore Not longer feel the heat and pain No longer trenched in shame I'm not numb that anymore Now I own the key to the door The kingdom
Quando dici che Rivuoi indietro Le tue bambole... Good times, bad times... Good times... bad times... Ti capisco Quando dici che Rivorresti Le tue bambole
Yeah On da flo lil' mama, on da flo On da flo lil' mama, on da flo Shake sumin' for a playa dere it go Shake sumin' for a playa dere it go Make your
I see you when you sleep And I wonder what you dream So I open up your eyes And inside I see you Fall around Fall around Like a rag doll Suffocated by
I never thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed Why am I so alive while you lay still in the ground beneath me? Fear of death
Just got outta high school, actin' like a jerk Ain't got no money, ain't got no work Scratchin' 'round for beaver, scratchin' 'round for bread No friends
Como esos cuadros que aun estan por colgar, Como el mantel de la cena de ayer, Siempre esperando que te diga algo mas, Y mis sentidas palabras no quieren
I make faces, I make faces But I can't get into your window I make wax dolls, I stick pins in To the most exciting places Oh, you're so aluminium Oh,
Gotta get off, gonna get Have to get off from this ride Gotta get hold, gonna get Need to get hold of my pride When did I get, where did I How was I