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"Me miento a veces porque es más fácil que decirme la verdad (pienso, y no alcanzo a creermelo del todo)".
The Chameleons
Caution
We have no future
And we have no past
We're just drifting
Ghosts of glass
Brown sugar ice in our veins
No pressure, no pain
And everybody looks the same to me
Rows and rows of faces
On a balcony
I can hear them
Calling down to me
"Come up here, set us free"
Put the sugar in my veins
Put the dagger in my heart
This is not my home
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's, check it out
They're dead and cold
And one by one by one
We disappear
Day after day
Year after year
You can do a runner
But we're still there
Nobody hears
'Cause nobody cares
Put the dagger in my heart
It's cold here
I shudder and I shiver
I should look twenty
Bt I can't deliver
For the pain in my heart
It's cold here
Can you hear my teeth chatter
The time has come
For all of you to scatter
Caution to the wind
With a dagger in the heart
This is not my home
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's, check it out
They're dead and cold
Cold, cold, cold
We have no future
And we have no past
We're just drifting
Ghosts of glass
Brown sugar ice in our veins
No pressure, no pain.
The Chameleons
Caution
We have no future
And we have no past
We're just drifting
Ghosts of glass
Brown sugar ice in our veins
No pressure, no pain
And everybody looks the same to me
Rows and rows of faces
On a balcony
I can hear them
Calling down to me
"Come up here, set us free"
Put the sugar in my veins
Put the dagger in my heart
This is not my home
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's, check it out
They're dead and cold
And one by one by one
We disappear
Day after day
Year after year
You can do a runner
But we're still there
Nobody hears
'Cause nobody cares
Put the dagger in my heart
It's cold here
I shudder and I shiver
I should look twenty
Bt I can't deliver
For the pain in my heart
It's cold here
Can you hear my teeth chatter
The time has come
For all of you to scatter
Caution to the wind
With a dagger in the heart
This is not my home
Everyone's bought and sold
This is not my home
Everybody's, check it out
They're dead and cold
Cold, cold, cold
We have no future
And we have no past
We're just drifting
Ghosts of glass
Brown sugar ice in our veins
No pressure, no pain.
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