Me perdí a la mitad de Amor de días, pero no falté al concierto de Comet Gain. En una pantalla, el Depor 4-Barsa 5, al otro lado el solista cagándose en los muertos de Cristiano Ronaldo, entre medias la gente disfrutando del concierto, y al final, por un lado, nos quedamos sin ver a Pitxi y remojar el concierto de Muse, y por otro un extraño hallazgo underneath the poster.
He has a picture of her underneath the poster
So he knows that she is there
Even though she is not
And the tapes were a way to her heart
She's something he can hold on to
Something good and hopeful.
I'll never get to kiss her fingers
I'll never get to hold her coat
I'll never get to turn the light off
Or sleep with her even
And she makes up friends in literature
She lived in France and Scotland
And she paints herself
A picture of what he'd look like now
Her cigarrettes, her cold, cold hands, and a short dark hair
And she still loves you, dont you know?
No you never did know.
She thinks that it would be better
To see him through his letters
The music that he makes her
She knows its all about her.
And you
You can hide you love forever
You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
I think that it is better
To say oh how i loved her
Something good and strong
You can hold on forever
And one more time in the night
I could remember your face
One more time in the night
I could remember your face
You can hide, you can hide your love forever,
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ou can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever,
You can hide, you can hide, you can hide your love forever
