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domingo, 3 de julio de 2011

Te regalo mi cintura y mis labios para cuando quieras besar, te regalo mi locura y las pocas neuronas que quedan ya. Mis zapatos desteñidos, el diario en el que escribo te doy hasta mis suspiros, pero no te vayas más.

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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