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• 7/19/08
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(Clirli Igor no murió entre mi maraña diluído por el decolorante y la tintura, sino no tendría este insomnio tan poco copado)
Por empezar debería bajar 85 cheinshes, me arrepiento tu mach, mucho que arreglar y tarde me terminé de percatar. Ese way no era para nada el que debería ser, a little rewind, back to donovan (sonando en este mismo instante), back por dios, me fui al cáraj un poco, no me pintan muchas cosas. No eran ni el cielo hecho pedazos ni la moona (léase "muna), era el desfasaje este. Pero hasta acá. Ahora ol apoloshis (toda la mezcla lingüística). Sad que me haya dado cuenta uaraiuánt tan tarde (becareful what you wish for, nut, si seguís siendo una nut), lo done es olrredi dan, pero bueno, hay un better foward. Back to blú .)

When you're feeling kind of lonesome in your mind
With a heartache followin' you so close behind
Call out to me as I ramble by.
I'll sing a song for you,
That's what I'm here to do,
To sing for you.
When the night has left you cold and feeling sad,
I will show you that it cannot be so bad.
Forget the one who went and made you cry.
I'll sing a song for you,
That's what I'm here to do,
To sing for you.
When you feel you just can't make it anymore,
With your head bowed down you're staring at the floor,
Search out to me with your weary eyes.
I'll sing a song for you,
That's what I'm here to do,
To sing for you.
Now every man he has his work, you know,
And to find out mine, you ain't got far to go.
Call out to me with your weary eyes.
I'll sing a song for you,
That's what I'm here to do,
To sing for you.
To sing for you.