Best of you
I’ve got another confession to make
I’m your fool
Everyone’s got their chains to break
HoldinÂ’ you
Were you born to resist or be abused?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn’t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can’t choose
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...
Oh...Oh...Oh...Oh...
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
The life, the love
You die to heal
The hope that starts
The broken hearts
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I’ve got another confession my friend
I’m no fool
I’m getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I’ll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
You trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Oh...
Tonight I´m tangled in my blanket of clouds
dreaming aloud
things just won´t do without you
matter of fact
I´m on your back
if you walk out on me
I´m walking after you
if you´d accept surrender
I´ll give up some more
weren´t you adored
I cannot be without you
matter of fact
I´m on your back
if you walk out on me
I´m walking after you
another heart cracked
in two
I´m on your back
Everlong
Hello
I've waited here for you
everlong
tonight I throw myself into
and out of the red
out of her head she sang
come down
and waste away with me
down with me
slow how
you wanted it to be
I'm over my head
out of her head she sang
and I wonder
when I sing along with you
if everything could ever feel this real forever
if anything could ever be this good again
the only thing I'll ever ask of you
you've got to promise not to stop whn I say when
breathe out so I can breathe you in
hold you in
and now I know you've always been
out of your head
out of my head I sang
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Música y bandas sonoras de nustras propias vidas...
Un buen tema para conversar y recordar (cosas buenas y de las otras)...
Cómo olvidar aquella canción con la que te acuerdas de la primera cita, el tema de la serie preferida, la película perfecta, en fin...
Las tantas letras que dedicamos y que al tiempo nos arrepentimos de haberlo hecho, aunque quedan en la memoria...
Recuerdos como el rap que cantó el cabro chica en el "mundo paralelo de la Camilo Mori" "te van a quitar la pelota", Mega Hit...
Sólo un pequeño aporte...
Jajajajajaja. la mansa volaaa esa... el mundo paralelo.. a dos cuadras de mi casa!!!!
y ke onda mi soundtrack??
partiría con una cumbia??
se me ocurren varias.. y de las wenas.
suerte flakito...
Ke foto que sacaste flaquito... pareces visto a través de un vaso... lo que no es muyextrañotampoco. jaja...
es un oleo weon... pintado con una mezcla de pisco, ron, cerveza y todas esas weas ke después te hacen vomitar, bueno al mortal de los cristianos no a los ke ya vomitaron el gen de la ebriedad.ç
debe ser entretenido ver la vida a través de un vaso.. pero esta vez me conformo con verme a mí.. si es ke el contenido me lo permite claro.
ahí te ves..
Voy formando un largo soundtrack a medida que vivo y aunque trato de elegir las canciones, ellas me eligen a mi...
Hay cachado que a veces parece como si la canción de tu soundtrack estuviera en el aire?
como en las peliculas... sería bacán.
Ahh pero si a mi me pasa siempre po, esa es la idea
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