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Brightman Sarah Eden T� T�, sin m�s porqu�, T� que b�same, T� me tienes de furriel, De un roto de tu piel. T�, como la cal, Que h�meda es mortal, T�, blanqueas mi raz�n, Calando hasta el colch�n. T�, t�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�, montada en m�, Yo, motura hostil, T�, me abrazas con los pies, Y yo lamo el arn�s. T�, y sin ti yo no. T�, y sin ti ya no. T�, me has hecho dimitir, Y hoy yo se dice asi: T�, t�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�, t�. T�, t�, t�. You You, with no reason at all You kiss me You got me feeding A broken part of your skin You, as the lime Which, when wet, is mortal You whiten my senses Soaking to the matress You, you, you, you You, you, you, you You, you, you, riding on me Me, hostile rider You hold me with your feet And I lick the harness You, and without you not me You, and without you no more You've made me resign and today by me you say: You, you, you, .... (26x) |
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