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well I hate that it is not that easy
and I hate that it is not that hard for you
and I hate that when we parted it happened in a storm
I hate that when we started, our love, it was so warm to grow cold
backstage and I'm balling all my eyes are soot after your last call
rich once how I"m poor in love
your hearts last beat was a second off of mine
and baby you loved me freely but you came and left at a cost
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I like it when you look at me, when you look at me that way
I like it when you look at me with nothing to say
With that sweet, crooked smile
And your eyes fixed on mine
I like it when you look at me, when you look at me that way
I like it when you wonder, wonder, wonder what I'm thinking
I like it when we stay up all night long, laughing and drinking
When the truth spills out
What this love's all about
I like it when you wonder what I'm thinking
Whirl, dance, cry, sing close your eyes
Circle, spin, run away, go back be surprised
And never, oh, never deny
When your love's so strong, feel so alive
I like it when we let go, let go, let go, with thoughtless abandon
I like it when we dance around in circles with your hands - in - mine
And there is no turning around
Once your feet hit the ground
I like when we let go, let go, let go, with thoughtless abandon
I like it when you look at me, when you look at me that way with nothing to say
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Standing in the heat
You claimed it's over, between us.
In the land of five rivers
I'm now alone.
Tell me it's not true, that you
found another heart to hold.
I stare at these rooftops,
arrows pointing to the sky
Shaadi bands play in the street
We danced with them, into the sun.
Now all the things you left behind
are making noises in the night
a cruel serenade, playing for me
Life will never be the same
The visions will remain ... of
Bands of Angels taking down my name.
I sit at my piano
playing you out of my head
streetlamps making shadows
I reach for you, but you're not there.
I'm gritting my teeth, again.
As the tears cut down my skin
They run cold down my face.
Life will never be the same
The visions will remain ... of
Bands of Angels taking down my name.
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Los días...los días.
Los días se suceden,
los días se suicidan.
Los dos...
no sabemos si correr
o quedarnos a velarlos.
Tras el hálito hipersomne
oigo tu voz, la alarma quieta.
Tal vez así suene el estrépito del fin.
Soy mi prisión y estás afuera
The days…the days
The days transpire
The days commit suicide
Neither of us
knows whether to run
Or to stay in order to watch over them
Behind the hypersomnic breath
I hear your voice, the still alarm
Perhaps that's how the uproar of the end sounds
I am my prison and you're outside
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