Rock

Poco a poco conseguí
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a qué esperas, por favor
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I’m so young and you’re so old
This, my darling, I’ve been told
I don’t care just what they say
‘Cause forever I will pray

Crawling in my skin These wounds, they will not heal Fear is how I fall Confusing what is real There’s something inside me that pulls beneath the surface

Una voz me ordena que haga cosas
La, la, la, la, la, la – La, la, la, la, la
La medicación no es suficiente
La, la, la, la, la, la – La, la, la, la, la

Ingrata, no me digas que me quieres
no me digas que me adoras, que me amas, que me extrañas
que ya no te creo nada

Oh no, not me We never lost control You’re face to face With the man who sold the world

Yeah, we’re going to the roadhouse Gonna have a real good-time Yeah, the back of the roadhouse They’ve got some bungalows

We can have some more Nature is a whore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom

Riders on the storm Into this house we’re born Into this world we’re thrown Like a dog without a bone An actor out alone