Por qué lo más lindo, copado , piola (choose one) se me ocurren cuando estoy lejos de una computadora? .. Por qué NUNCA hay papel y lapicera tan cerca como para escribirlo todo?
Por qué mi memoria es tan chica como para recordar cada palabra?
I never loved nobody fully
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
Always one foot on the ground
And by protecting my heart truly
I got lost in the sounds
I hear in my mind
All of these voices
I hear in my mind all these words
I hear in my mind all this music
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