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martes, 9 de agosto de 2011

Dime Si Tu Andas Sola
O Dime Si ha vuelto con el,
Dime Si has podido borrar
el dolor tatuado en tu Piel,
Dime Cuanto Vas A Llorar
cuanto mas sufrirás por el

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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