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All the plans

By • jul 6th, 2009 • Category: Music and Lights

Planes. Que nunca se cumplen. Que salen mal. Pasavento quería desaparecer y yo, a veces, daría lo que fuera por poder hacerlo sin preocuparme ni de nada ni de nadie. Simplemente tener los suficientes recursos para coger un avión a ninguna parte, a donde nadie me reconociera por la calle.

Cerrar mi casa, no ir a trabajar, dejar este blog completamente mudo y simplemente no ser nadie donde ahora soy algo.

All the plans (Starsailor)

You were on the left with anger in your heart
I was on the right too paranoid to start
We are much too young for anything to break
And all the plans we make
And all the plans we made

Let’s get into the season where we can be ourselves
No rhyme or any reason
No stories left to tell
We are much too young for anything to break
And all the plans we make
And all the plans we made

I warned you not to go on
Cherishing your broken heart
So put that last drink down and
Find a better place to start
I want to win your heart
I want to win your heart

I warned you not to go on
Cherishing your broken heart
So put that last drink down and
Find a better place to start

You were on the left
And I was on the right
No way to recompense
What went down last night
We are much too young for anything to break
And all the plans we make
And all the plans we made
And all the plans we make
And all the plans we made

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3 Comentarios »

  1. Le sería difícil reconocerme por la calle.

  2. Jo penso que tu no ets dels que s’escapa.
    Però és clar, jo sóc… ja ho sabem.

  3. Fah

    Ja em coneixes bé… no sóc escapista. Tot i que moltes vegades un es pregunta perquè no ho fa.

    Tu ets… bueno, ets.

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