Y todos los días parecen domingo... Te dije. Y tú me dijiste que Morrisey se me había adelantado. Everyday is like Sunday, everyday is silent and grey.
sobre la vieja correspondencia: Losing in front of your home crowd you wished the ground would open up and take you down and will time never pass will time never pass for us
sobre la fama en mula: Losing in front of your home town the crowd call your name they love you all the same the sound, the smell, and the spray you will take them all away and they'll stay till the grave
sobre los buenos finales de canciones: Losing in your home town Hell is the bell that will not ring again you will return one day oh, because of all the things that you see when your eyes close
boxers, morrissey, siempre embonando, hoy miércoles, día de mercurio
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sobre la vieja correspondencia:
Losing in front of your home crowd
you wished the ground would open up
and take you down
and will time never pass
will time
never pass
for us
sobre la fama en mula:
Losing in front of your home town
the crowd call your name
they love you
all the same
the sound, the smell, and the spray
you will take them all away
and they'll stay till the grave
sobre los buenos finales de canciones:
Losing in your home town
Hell is the bell
that will not ring again
you will return one day
oh, because of all the things
that you see
when your eyes close
boxers, morrissey, siempre embonando, hoy miércoles, día de mercurio
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