1. |
Without Me
03:54
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I rise to seaguls and stupid doubts,
I haven't seen you in a few weeks.
But I can see your silly smirk.
And seasons change and people talk,
and certain things make me feel old,
I tell myself you will comeback.
Yeah, you will comeback.
And everynight when I lay down
I hear my mind screaming out loud.
Would you answer me?
Would you answer me?
I haven't told you about the rules,
I didnt say you had to play,
But I can see you know the game.
Yeah, you know the game,
So... Tell me, tell me, tell me.
How much did you miss me?
Tell me, tell me, tell me.
How much did you need me?
Oh... Tell me...
The things that you do, Without Me.
Without Me, Oh.
Tell me, what do you do,
Without Me.
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2. |
Verte Arder
03:23
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Dices que mañana será tarde,
Rezas porque nunca salga el sol,
Parece que sólo quieres cazarme,
Y gota a gota, verter la sangre en tu crisol.
¿Y ahora qué has de decir?
¿Y ahora qué vas a hacer?
Promesas, palabras vacías sin sentido,
Se clavan como estacas en mi corazón.
Para seducir mi oído
Y acabar pidiéndote perdón.
¿Y ahora qué has de decir?
¿Y ahora qué vas a hacer?
Me dejas ir o voy a enloquecer...
Provoco con mis labios tu descuido.
La sombra en el recinto, se creó.
Dices que te alegras de haber venido.
La claridad del día ya llegó.
¿Y ahora qué has de decir?
¿Y ahora qué vas a hacer?
Me dejas ir o voy a enloquecer...
No voy a consentir,
Que me dejes caer,
De luz el sol te va a cubrir.
No me queda más que verte arder.
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3. |
I'm Always Late
04:30
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It doesnt matter, It doesnt matter too much.
It doesnt matter, It doesnt matter too much.
But I'm always late.
Yeah I'm always late.
It doesnt matter if I have nothing to do.
It doesnt matter if I'm bussy or if I'm loving you.
It doesnt matter if I'm sat in a state.
It doesnt matter if I'm sober, cuz I'm always late.
Oh, I'm always late.
Oh man I dont know, why it happens to me,
I try try try to wake up yeah,
But I can't hear the alarm,
It cry, cry, cries to wake me yeah.
You know I mean you no harm
But why, why, why does it curse me?
Why does it hurts me?
Oh, I'm always late.
It wouldnt matter if you wanted me.
The phone just keeps on ringing.
It doesnt matter to me,
Cuz I'll just keep on singing.
I'll just keep on singing.
Oh, I'm always late.
Actually, actually, it doesnt bother...
It doesnt bother me.
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4. |
A Weak Prayer
04:19
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I've been praying late at night,
To a God that left today.
Sat all night taking it in,
Just to spit it all away.
Burning candles on both ends.
Made a meal and threw it out.
I will lay around all day,
Making plans to push away.
So tell me,
Where's the love that you received?
Where does it go, when you dont stay?
Do you keep it for a better day?
Or you just waste it all away?
Oh, there's a space, between you and me.
Oh, there's a space, between you and me.
And a river runs through it.
I've been talking late at night.
To a God that works my way.
I've been asking him to make you stay.
And he laughed at me and sayed.
Where's the love that you received?
Where do you keep it when they don't feel?
You should use it all today.
Why'd you waste it all away.
Oh, there's a space, between you and me.
Oh, there's a space, between you and me.
And a river runs through it.
And a river runs through it.
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5. |
Kiss You Again
03:45
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You said, you said to me,
You said, you said to me,
That I was cute.
You said, you said to me,
You said, you said to me,
That my english is good.
You said, you said to me,
You said, you said to me,
That you don't remember that night.
And fuck I was drunk
And fuck, I was drunk
And I wanted to be your knight.
But you, you know what.
But you, you know what.
I dont care, no I don't care,
I don't care at all.
You said, you said to me,
You said, you said to me,
That you've been in Argentina.
And we talked about, and we talked about,
Not sounding Argentinian.
And yes I was drunk, and yes I was drunk
And I decided to teach a frikin word.
Cerrado, was the word, means closed in English,
And as your heart it was cerrado.
But you, you know what,
But you you know what.
I don't care, no I don't care,
I don't care at all.
But you, you know what,
But you, you know what,
I wanna kiss you again.
I wanna kiss you again.
Now you say, you say to me,
Now you say, you say to me,
That now you remember me...
I know you lying.
I wanna kiss you again.
I wanna kiss you again.
I wanna kiss you again.
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6. |
Guitars in Hell
04:49
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Let me tell you something,
I'm a selfish liar.
And the worst damm thing,
Is that I lie to myself.
So trust in me,
And fall as well.
And I strum the strings,
So I can tell you things,
That I otherwise,
Would never say.
So trust ine me
And fall again.
I will sing and play 'till dawn is here
If you join me, I may dissapear.
I will turn another corner,
And I will decieve again,
I will make you think is all the truth,
Even when you know it ain't good for you.
But as long as they got guitars in hell.
I will be not scared.
Let me paint a picture
So you know
And the worst damm thing
Is a believe it all.
So trust in me
And you'll believe yourself
And I stretch my chords,
For everyone to hear.
Even if they all
Cover up their ears.
So trust in me
And fall again.
I will sing and play 'till dawn is here
If you join me, I may dissapear.
I will turn another corner,
And I will decieve again,
I will make you think is all the truth,
Even when you know it ain't good for you.
But as long as they got guitars in hell.
I will be not scared.
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7. |
Lost In Rome
03:17
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They say the all the ways lead to here.
Then how do you get outta here.
Classy ladies and buskers by the streets,
I can't stand the scorching heat.
I'm lost in Rome.
I'm lost in Rome.
I'm lost in Rome.
I'm lost in Rome.
The say it's magical,
it takes your breath away,
There's lots of noise,
It drawns away the pain.
Seems the I can't go home today.
I'm lost in Rome.
I'm lost in Rome.
I'm lost in Rome.
I'm lost in Rome.
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