I have to block out thoughts of you so I don’t lose my head
They crawl in like a cockroach leaving babies in my bed
Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I’m alone
Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home
There's a burning in my pride, a nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you. will you never call again?
Will you never call again?
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Soy un poco Timido
Si alguien ya lo dijo mejor que tu... y con musica mejor =)
I can see how you are beautiful, can you feel my eyes on you,
I'm shy and turn my head away
Working late in diner Citylight, I see that you get home alright
Make sure that you can't see me, hoping you will see me
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana (can you)
I see you in Citylight diner serving all those meals and then
I see reflections of me in your eye, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see
Obsessed by you, your looks, well, anyway "I would any day die for you",
I write on paper erased away
Still I sit in diner Citylight, drinking coffee or reading lies
Turn my head and I can see you, could that really be you
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see
I see, can't have you, can't leave you, there 'cause I must sometimes see you
And I don't understand how you can keep me in chains
And every waking hour, I feel you taking power From me and I can't live
Repeating the scenery over again
Sometimes I'm wondering why you look me and you blink your eye
You can't be acting like my Dana?
I see your beautiful smile and I would like to run away from
Reflections of me in your eyes, oh please
Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you see,
Oh baby, Talk to me, show some pity
You touch me in many, many ways
But I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you, I'm shy can't you see
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lunes, 6 de diciembre de 2010
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