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27 de febrero de 2010

breaking away

Break... break... break... break...
break... break... break... break...
break... break... break...

I'm breaking away from you.

Open your hands and show me what your holding.
Is it an emerald, or is it a pearl?
What other information are you beholding?
You're such a funny girl.

Where is your mother, where did she came from?
Was your father a sailor or a thief?
Who was your brothers, where did they came from?
I'd wish you'd tell me about them at least.

But you're so silent, you're so gentle.
I think my brain will go.
This town's your town, yeah, this room's your temple.
And now you know what I have to go.

That's what it takes to love you.
That's what it takes to love you too.
That's what it takes to hate you too.

So I'll just wanna go.

Break... break... break... break...
break... break... break... break...
break... break... break...

I'm breaking away from you.

Don't give me words whit no meanings.
Don't give me problems that you can't solve.
Ha! Don't tell me now you're revealing.
things we spoke of long ago.

I know you're ways, I know you're silence.
This could go on all day.
This is the way this is the violence.
And now you know why I can't stay.

That's what it takes to love you.
That's what it takes to love you too.
That's what it takes to hate you too.

Break... break... break... break...
break... break... break... break...
break... break... break...

I'm breaking away from you.


1 comentario:

Gabriela R. dijo...

mi amor donde estas?
yo cai victima de tu ya sabes quien mas no me toco los pechos JAJAJA