| Chance is the perfect metaphor,
Who you looking for inspiration to the pain,
the destination is the fourth sigilosa,
of who is right and never seeks any ...
While the fate looms profile,
this is discussed with death,
as one who plays everything.
like putting a coin into the wind.
Always playing, always ...
A heads or tails before the incrucijada
reviewing things that could happen,
and were suspended for viewing,
spinning in the wind.
A heads or tails, you play the kisses,
dreams, crying and sanity fatal
to ignore the future and choose to love
your life ..
A heads or tails ..
while the window is drained,
time.
While the currency is back, the wind,
perfume kiss you there,
woman party heart in two,
to tell me which half I belong.
What for you is tremendous incrucijada,
love for me is the uncertainty,
what for you is a clean sheet,
for me is the beginning or end,
Always playing, always.
A heads or tails before the incrucijada
reviewing things that could happen,
and were suspended for viewing,
spinning in the wind.
A heads or tails, you play the kisses,
dreams, crying and sanity fatal
to ignore the future and choose to love
your life ..
A heads or tails ..
while the window is drained,
time. |
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