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Hoy y siempre que estoy de buen humor, la canción que me define es esta:
Brake the gates-The Flase Friends
No os la perdais porque es la bomba!
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I can’t tell you what it really is
I can only tell you what it feels like
And right now there’s a steel knife in my windpipe
I can’t breathe but I still fight while I can fight
As long as the wrong feels right it’s like I’m in flight
High off of love, drunk from my hate
Its like I’m huffing paint
And I love it the more that I suffer, I suffocate
And right before I’m about to drown she resuscitates me
She fucking hates me and I love it, wait
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For every sin, I'll have to pay
I've time to work, I've time to play
I think I'll find another way
It's not my time to go