"Y yo me iré. Y se quedarán los pájaros cantando"
- Here Comes a Regular - The Replacements
- Song for a Blue Guitar - Red House Painters
- Prospekt's March/Poppyfields - Coldplay
Sometimes I just ain't in the mood to take my place in back with the loudmouthsAnd some music soft and distant sailsBut time doesn't matter to them yetAnd everybody wants to be special hereThen i know i'm left with nothing more than my own soulPeople talking without speakingAnd everybody wants to be someone's hereAnd blue water turns to a place that i can't get toWe're just two little figures in a soup bowl trying to get the other kind of controlAll I know is that I'm sick of everything that my money can buyIn the room all I feel is the cold that you leftHere I lie
on my own in a seperate skyFirst the plants, the leaves, the grass and here comes the snowWhat's left to see?I don't wanna die on my own here tonight
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