Quiero un seguro contra mi subconsciente. Continuamente me encuentro quejándome por su estado defectuoso, su libre albedrío, su afán por jugar malas pasadas, su intención de dejarme en evidencia y, lo más importante, sus logros en todos los aspectos en los que ansío verle fracasar.
We might kiss when we are alone, when nobody's watching...we might take it home
We might make out when nobody's there, it's not that we're scared...it's just that it's delicate
So why do you fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed from the only place you've know? And why do you sing hallelujah, if it means nothing to you? Why do you sing with me at all?
We might live like never before, when there's nothing to give, well... how can we ask for more?
We might make love in some sacred place, the look on your face is delicate.
So why do you fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed from the only place you've know? And why do you sing hallelujah, if it means nothing to you? Why do you sing with me at all? So why do you fill my sorrow with the words you've borrowed from the only place you've know? And why do you sing hallelujah, if it means nothing to you?
Why do you sing with me at all?
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