No me sale nada, rien, nothing, nitchs, niente.
Me siento frente a la compu y todo lo que me sale es esto que escribo, que es poco y nada. Tenía la idea, iba a usar eso que habías escrito (te iba a pagar los derechos segun lo acordado, no te creas que me olvido), pero ahora ya no me sale. Como si los dedos se hubiesen olvidado dónde estan las teclas necesarias para producir el sentido deseado.
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Whatever you confess, the feelings you express
No matter how you dress, you’re different from the rest
The way you live your life, the way you live your life...
You are the only one who thinks like you.
You are the only one who dreams like you.
You are the only one.
The only one.
Behind the bluest flame.
They’ll never guest you game,
your version of success is different from the rest.
The way you live your life, the way you live your life...
You are the only one who thinks like you.
You are the only one who dreams like you.
You are the only one.
The only one.
No matter what you say, no matter what you wear
it’s written on your face.
You’ll never be the same.
(The only one - Morphine)
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