Old yellow bricks! Love's a risk!
Quite the little escapologist.
Looked so miffed when you wished
for a thousand places better than this...
She wasn't raised, by the way,
that the emperor put tramps in the cage.
And the days, she being dull,
lead to night reading beer bottles.
You're at a loss, just because
it wasn't all that you thought it was.
You're such a fugitive,
but you dont know what you're runnin from!
You can't kid us,
and you couldn't trick anyone.
Houdini, love, you don't know
what you're runnin away from...
Who wants to sleep in the city
that never wakes up,
blinded by nostalgia?
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che colgada?
ResponderEliminarjaja, bien! bueno si te vuelve a suceder aunque lo dudo a lot. Puedes avisarme si te acuerdas también que fue.
Esto de los sueños es una locura.
Salú querida, suerte por allá!
You're such a fugitive,
ResponderEliminarbut you dont know what you're runnin from!
Me gusta eso
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