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I'll drown my beliefs
To have your babies.
I'll dress like your niece,
And wash your swollen feet.
Just don't leave.
Don't leave.
I'm not living,
I'm just killing time.
Your tiny hands,
Your crazy kitten smile
Just don't leave.
Don't leave.
And true love waits
In haunted attics.
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps
Just don't leave.
Don't leave.
Just don't leave.
Don't leave.

1 comentario:

  1. Me gusta, chota. Que no es lo mismo que decir "me gusta la chota" saludos

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