My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." I am not worried, I am not overly concerned. My friend implores me, "For one time only, make an exception." I am not worried.
Wrap her up in a package of lies, Send her off to a coconut island. I am not worried, I am not overly concerned with the status of my emotions. "Oh," she says, "you're changing." But We're always changing... It does not bother me to say this isn't love. Because if you don't want to talk about it then it isn't love. And I guess I'm gonna have to live with that, But I'm sure there's something in a shade of grey, Or something in between, And I can always change my name If that's what you mean.
My friend assures me, "It's all or nothing." But I am not really worried, I am not overly concerned. You try to tell yourself the things you try to tell yourself To make yourself forget. To make yourself forget. I am not worried. "If it's love," she said, "then we're gonna have to think about the consequences." But she can't stop shaking and I can't stop touching her and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes her away. And Anna begins to change her mind. "These seconds when I'm shaking leave me shuddering for days," she says. And I'm not ready for this sort of thing. But I'm not gonna break and I'm not gonna worry about it anymore. I'm not gonna bend, and I'm not gonna break. And I'm not going to worry about it anymore. It seems like I should say, "As long as this is love..." But it's not all that easy, so maybe I should Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album. I am not worried cuz I've done this sort of thing before.
But then I start to think about the consequences, And I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and... This time when kindness falls like rain It washes me away. And Anna begins to change my mind. And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and, Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. She's talking in her sleep. It's keeping me awake. And Anna begins to toss and turn. And every word is nonsense but I understand and, Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing. Her kindness bangs a gong, It's moving me along. And Anna begins to fade away. It's chasing me away. She disappears, and Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
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Podría cambiarle un par de letras al nombre, je!
"Anna Begins"
Counting Crows
'August and Everything Afer' album
Tú y tus mam.....as. Pero bueno, todo esto tiene su pq, solo tenemos que cambiar las 2 nn's de Anna y sabemos la razón del pq pusiste la letra de esta rolita, tú y tus mam.....as. Pero bueno, ya te gusta estar así. Y si me equivoco me vale madre tu comentario eh, jeje, saludos inche Miguelebrius.
ResponderEliminarNo que no te gustaban los Counting Crows?... joto
ResponderEliminarDon Palabras: Que bueno que te vale madre mi comentario, porque a mi me vale madre el tuyo!!, jeje... Ta bien, no estas tan tan tan errado, pero de qué te sirve tener la razón si de seguro ni siquiera entediste la letra de la canción?? Te digo vale, eso de saber hablar íngles, pero no inglés no te ayuda nadita!! Saludos caon. Unas chelas hoy o que?
ResponderEliminarPogo: Yo no dije que no me gustara, siempre me ha gustado. Hasta tocaba una rola de ellos (Angels of the Silence) acá en un grupillo de covers. Counting Crows es la onda, si acaso la que cada vez me gusta menos (por trillada y choteada) es la de Mr. Jones. Joto tú
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ya me acordé que al que no le gustan ellos ni Live es al Frijol xD
ResponderEliminarandalee!! Diste en el clavo, je
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