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sábado, 2 de abril de 2011

La vida tiene esas casualidades tan sospechosas. Tanto que nos hacen pensar que

Todo tiene un para qué.

People are strange, the doors

People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
People are strange when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly when you're alone
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven when you're down
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name

When you're strange

sábado, 2 de abril de 2011

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