As the moon becomes the night time
You go viciously, quietly, away.
I'm sitting in the bedroom,
where we used to sit and smoke cigarettes
Now I'm watching, watching you die…
I can remember when I saw her last.
We were running all around and having a blast.
But the back seat of the drive-in is so lonely without you.
I know when your home, I was thinking about you.
There was something I forgot to say,
I was crying on Saturday night.
I was out cruising without you,
they were playing our song.
Crying on Saturday night.

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Sube dijo...

Ya actualicé algo... desde luego, no se puede estar un mes fuera de cobertura por vagancia sin que vengan a recriminartelo xD

Cómo te va por Inglaterra?
Un saludo

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