sábado, 22 de agosto de 2009

...and i am just breathing

como si fuera para siempre
i can feel the sand even if is not here
everybody around me
i can feel the beat
bitting me, bitting me, bitting me...
i'ts weird
i tried to go with him
pero el es
now i am the dancer
i am twisting
turning in the dancefloor
he give the answer
everytime and everywhere
he is hurting me
why i become a fool?

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