hoping for something else.
We'll share a drink and step outside,An angry voice and one who cried,'We'll give you everything and more,The strain's too much, can't take much more.'
Oh, I've walked on water, run through fire,Can't seem to feel it anymore.
It was me, waiting for me,Hoping for something more,Me, seeing me this time, hoping for something else...
(Ella me besó, cree que hago poemas)
pero yo le digo que hablo mucho
(y me besa de nuevo)
solo escribo para complacerme ...
Siempre Amanece___*
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