creo que algo de lo que me genera tu blog está en esta canción.
When the world has turned Paralyzed and wrong Cold blooded claws Never offered anything at all Past the point of love Shattered and untied Waiting to pick up the pieces That make it all alright
But pieces of what Pieces of what Pieces of what Doesn't matter any more
Moonlight on my floor Shining through the roof They got the city surrounded As if I needed proof I forgot my fear Feelings on the rise Burying all of the pieces Falling from the sky
But pieces of what Pieces of what Pieces of what We used to call home Pieces of what We used to call home
When I drank your tea And shallow water still At the belgian gates I waited for my meal
creo que algo de lo que me genera tu blog está en esta canción.
ResponderEliminarWhen the world has turned
Paralyzed and wrong
Cold blooded claws
Never offered anything at all
Past the point of love
Shattered and untied
Waiting to pick up the pieces
That make it all alright
But pieces of what
Pieces of what
Pieces of what
Doesn't matter any more
Moonlight on my floor
Shining through the roof
They got the city surrounded
As if I needed proof
I forgot my fear
Feelings on the rise
Burying all of the pieces
Falling from the sky
But pieces of what
Pieces of what
Pieces of what
We used to call home
Pieces of what
We used to call home
When I drank your tea
And shallow water still
At the belgian gates
I waited for my meal
pieces of what, MGMT.
salud
No me traje ninguna canción, desgraciadamente, sólo un par de palabras, excelente, me encantan los contrastes que lograste. Un saludo
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