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sábado, 2 de abril de 2011

Y tal vez la respuesta, sea que la vida no tiene sentido. Que la vida simplemente se vive.

Y simplemente viviendo,

Podamos decir al final, que nuestra vida VALIO LA PENA

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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