Quiero dejar salir mi voz Y que diga lo que tenga que decir Quiero gritar...
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LO ECHAMOS A SUERTES Autor: Marta Botía © Hispavox S.A., Madrid (España), 1996 Por qué...
Dr. Suess is dead We await... life Dr. Suess is dead A cloud of flies...
I know what it's like to be alone sitting in your room Listening to all...
And when the day ends I'm sure she feels sorrow...
On and on, reckless abandon Something's wrong This is gonna...
I'm feeling what I want to feel I'm saying what...
I know I'm pathetic I knew when she said it...
My mom is not a woman anymore She dresses like...
Watching your house shrink away in my rear view mirror...
Breathing deeply Walking backwards Finding strength to call and ask...
Walking through the grass Another blade next to you from...
I'm sick Of Always hearing All those sad songs On...
Yeah my girlfriend takes me home when I'm too drunk...