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domingo, 13 de diciembre de 2009

Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR
Yes I understand that every life must end, aw huh,..
As we sit alone, I know someday we must go, aw huh,..
I’m a lucky man to count on both hands
The ones I love,..

Some folks just have one,
Others they got none, aw huh,..

Stay with me,..
Let’s just breathe.

Practiced are my sins,
Never gonna let me win, aw huh,..
Under everything, just another human being, aw huh,..
Yeh, I don’t wanna hurt, there’s so much in this world
To make me bleed.

Stay with me,..
You’re all I see.

Did I say that I need you?
Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn’t now I’m a fool you see,..
No one knows this more than me.
As I come clean.

I wonder everyday
as I look upon your face, aw huh,..
Everything you gave
And nothing you would take, aw huh,..
Nothing you would take,..
Everything you gave.

Did I say that I need you?
Oh, Did I say that I want you?
Oh, if I didn’t now I’m a fool you see,..
No one know this more than me.
As I come clean.

Nothing you would take,..
everything you gave.
Hold me till I die,..
Meet you on the other side. 

Mrs Fiddes says I am a SUPER STAR
Un soplo de aire fresco por el colchón
y al poco una quietud sorprendente,
bajo cero el silencio del refrigerador,
cerré los ojos de ganas de verte .

Cuando noté que no estabas llegó el terror,
eché la culpa al alcohol que tomaba,
a la pinta del cielo, qué mala, por Dios,
y estaba muerto de miedo y cantaba ...
y cantaba ...

No tienen sexo los ángeles,
no tienen sexo los ángeles.

Te quitaste de en medio con radipez,
como en la vez en que no supe nada.
El aire helado que fuiste y que vino a traición
quedó divino de muerte en mi espalda.

No pude darme la vuelta o mirar atrás,
cobarde ante una pared desnuda y blanca.
Por la mañana miré hacia el sol cegador
y vi la vida mejor y no me gustaba ...
y no me gustaba ...

No tienen sexo los ángeles,
no tienen sexo los ángeles,
no tienen sexo los ángeles,
no ...