don't know how to begin
Cause the story has been told before
I will sing along i suppose
I guess it's just how it goes
And now those sprangs in the air
I don't go down anywhere
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before
But if you don't char
The light won't hit your eye
And the moon won't rise
Before it's time
But if you don't char
The light won't hit your eye
And the moon won't rise
Before it's time
But i don't know how it will end
With all those records playin'
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before
I guess it's just how it goes
The stories have all been told before
I guess it's just how ït goes
April 30, 2008
Norah Jones - The Story (My Blueberry Nights)
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Siepre creemos que lo peor (o mejor) noas pasa nadamás a nosotros... y cómo es verdad que no somos tan especiales. En algún lado ya fue vivido, festejado o superado, por alguien más...
Y es que en realidad no somos nada únicos, eh?
Un beso.
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