Náusea

Leí ya no me acuerdo en dónde ni en qué contexto un "pie de página" que decía: Home is where the music is. Quiero irme a casa YA y olvidarme..te.

Nude
Don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen

You paint yourself white
And fill up with noise
But there'll be something missing

Now that you've found it, it's gone
Now that you feel it, you don't
You've gone off the rails

So don't get any big ideas
They're not gonna happen

You'll go to hell for what your dirty mind is thinking

Ponerla una y otra vez y otra vez y otra vez y otra vez hasta que mis oídos se acostumbren a oirlo y se deshaga el nudo.
(Radiohead me cura...one day I'm going to grow wings, one day... one day, one day, one day..one. Wake.. from your sleep, the drying of your tears. Today we escape, we escape.
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and..true love waits)