Creo que no hay nada mas romántico que la tragedia de un amor a destiempo.
You were so young,
and I guess I´m old.
Open your eyes,
I´ll keep mine closed.
I prefer standing,
and you´ll take your seat.
I´ll be wide awake,
and you´ll fall asleep.
And you´ll fall down a hole,
that´s the one place we both know.
You take me with you if you could,
but I won´t go...
I GUESS SOMETIMES WE BOTH LOOSE OUR MINDS,
TO FIND A BETTER ROAD.
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