Soñadores trepando nubes

domingo, 8 de marzo de 2009



I got a first class ticket to a night all alone. And a front row seat up right by the phone. Cause you're always on my mind. And I'm running out of time. I've got your hair on my pillow and your smell in my sheets. And it makes me think about you with the sand in your feetIs it all you thought it'd be? You mean everything to me. But I'm the first to fall and the last to knowAnd where'd you go? Now I'm heels over head,I'm hangin' upside down.

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