saber que el pasado nunca es en vano

I still don't know what I was waiting for. A big love to fall down from the sky. She took my hand and picked me up off the floor. She put an apple in my eye. I said I'm tired. Come get me off the merry-go-round. I'm wired. Come feed me and then bring-a-me down. She come up to me. I can't remember what she said. Cause I was in a trance and I forgot it all. Banging on about all that. Revolution in her head. She'd make a lover seem so magical. She said I'm tired. Come get me off the merry-go-round. I'm wired. Well heaven must have sent ya. To save me from the rapture. I'm tired. Come get me off the merry-go-round. I'm wired. Come feed me and then bring-a-me down.

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