Talking to the songbird yesterday , flew me to a past not far away . She's a little pilot in my mind , singing songs of love to pass the time . Gonna write a song so she can see , give her all the love she gives to me , talk of better days that have yet to come . Never felt this love from anyone . She's not anyone , she's not anyone , she's not anyone . A man can never dream these kinds of things , specially when she came and spread her wings . Whispered in my ear the things I'd like , then she flew away into the night . Gonna write a song so she can see , give her all the love she gives to me , talk of better days that have yet to come . Never felt this love from anyone . She's not anyone , she's not anyone , she's not anyone .
Pero pasar pasa , incluso para mí .
lunes, 27 de abril de 2009
Talking to the songbird yesterday , flew me to a past not far away . She's a little pilot in my mind , singing songs of love to pass the time . Gonna write a song so she can see , give her all the love she gives to me , talk of better days that have yet to come . Never felt this love from anyone . She's not anyone , she's not anyone , she's not anyone . A man can never dream these kinds of things , specially when she came and spread her wings . Whispered in my ear the things I'd like , then she flew away into the night . Gonna write a song so she can see , give her all the love she gives to me , talk of better days that have yet to come . Never felt this love from anyone . She's not anyone , she's not anyone , she's not anyone .
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tan bonita, mi mumuncita!
aaaai manu sabes qé ? tu mamá me hace acordar muchisimo a la mía , te juro qe me hace acordar , y vos me haces acordar a mi cuando me chuaba el dedo cuando era chiqita ( L ) te adoro Man .
let's spread our wings
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