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Los que se arriesgan a leer mi locura:

Crono(lógica)mente.

15/6/11

Must get out.

I’ve been the needle and the thread, weaving figure eights and circles round your head.

I try to laugh, but cry instead.
Patiently wait to hear the words you’ve never said.

Fumbling through your dresser door, forgot what I was looking for.
Try to guide me in the right direction.
Making use of all this time, keeping everything inside.
Close my eyes and listen to you cry.

I’m lifting you up;
I’m letting you down;
I’m dancing ‘til dawn;
I’m fooling around;
I’m not giving up;
I’m making your love.
This city’s made us crazy, and we must get out!

This not goodbye”, she said. It is just time for me to rest my head.
She does not walk, she runs instead down these jagged streets and into my bed.

Fumbling through your dresser door forgot what I was looking for
Try to guide me in the right direction
Making use of all this time
Keeping everything inside
Close my eyes and listen to you cry

I’m lifting you up;
I’m letting you down;
I’m dancing ‘til dawn;
I’m fooling around;
I’m not giving up;
I’m making your love.
This city’s made us crazy, and we must get out!
There’s only so much I can do for you after all of the things you put me through.

I’m lifting you up;

I’m letting you down;
I’m dancing ‘til dawn;
I’m fooling around;
I’m not giving up;
I’m making your love.
This city’s made us crazy, and we must get out!


{Must get out – Maroon 5}
(Esta ciudad nos volvió locos, y debemos salir.)