I see you on the train, I see you on the plane,
I see you in the bus smoking pot.
I see you in the street, your face in my feet,
but I dont feel you under my skin.
I dont know if we should be together,
but I know a place where I cant touch you better.
Excuse moi if I am not so clever,
but if it´s cold I cand bring you my sweater.
jueves, 23 de julio de 2009
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