[Chris Martin] Just because I'm losing, Doesn?t mean I'm lost, Doesn't mean I'll stop Doesn't mean I will cross Just because I'm hurting, Doesn?t mean
I'm sorry that you keep blaming me for those things I do not do. It's just that I'm a man who can't stand what you put me through. Still it seems that
she can't feel it, she can't feel it, she can't feel anything anymore. (repeated) taken from a paula cole song "she cant feel anything anymore
all over there, you sit here, wishing and dreaming you were not here, now is the time to wash away the fear. she she bleeds red, she she bleeds red, she
Saturday night, all alone lookin' for some thrills Try to catch the band's last song Back stage pass really showin' out Feel that's where I belong Sittin
While we're on the subject Could we change the subject now? I was knocking on your ears Don't worry you were always out Looking towards the future We
They say you'll know the first time your eyes meet They say in love that a heart doesn't lie There's no holding back if everything feels right They say
I met her on a midnight flight From mexico to san delight I saw her on a top floor bar That glows flourescent from afar She's real to me I have a place
Going through old dresser drawers Fumbling through these closets It's got to be here somewhere I know it's 'round here somewhere Searching from room
I'm on the train, all dressed in black You know I just gotta get back to you Back to you I go from town to town You know just what I wanna do Oh, I wanna
I long to be safe again It's all I need if I know I won't see your face A look inside that won't come back I know who you are I need to hold you close
Esta es la cancion de las noches perdidas que se canta al filo de la madrugada con el aguardiente de la despedida, por eso suena tan desesperada. Ven
I feel you tasting me, but I wear it with dignity.I feel you tasting me up to my eyes.On my skin, I can smell the saliva of shitheads.It stains yellow
I thought I would feel stronger with you wrapped in plastic and living in the freezer.Where you're scentless, where you're tasteless, where you're faceless
A DEAD GLARE This very hard landscape. Everybody's sitting around in cold, She hears me bliking. Leave the machine alone, they're working overtime.
There's a point, it's a step between falling and breaking and laying flat broken in pieces.There's a note you can hold that sounds (but doesn't feel)
Drag a chair across the floor Scratch your name into the wood above my door You really gave it your all, but you're finished here You are finished here
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