Sobran dream of you I stopped
In the deserted street value of patent leather shoes
bitterness abound strawberries and melons
alcohol and kisses.
A
One thing I love my
One thing that is our
a something that is empty.
are days without neon lights caramel
Without laughter
No cardboard boxes
It looks ice.
cursed and lonely City
Go to reflect you in the lake in the world
not look at me with anger
pupils drown in
aimlessly Run, desgástate
I will be in the same season
hand sitting in a crater
Waiting in the same position.
I never want to that day I do not want another evening
not want to see your face girl I do not want
añorarte ever again.
Turn around back
Dame Reaches
Upload a step I'm still in the crater at the edge of the world
Waiting for a miracle in your absence.
weed never dies And you are not You
In the event you die. 08/02/2009
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