 la gente pastel a las cuatro de la mañana,
bitches!
im a motherfucker P-I-M-P jajaja
 What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
Will I Still Hop On My Bike, And Ride Around Town
Will I Still Want To Be Someone, And Not Just Sit Around
I Don`T Want To Be Like Other Adults
Cause They`Ve Already Died
Cool And Condescending, Fossilized
Will I Be Rich Will I Be Poor, Will I Still Sleep On The Floor
What Will It Be Like When I Get
What Will I Be Like When I Get
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
Will I Still Kiss My Girlfriend And Try To Grab Her Ass
Will I Still Hate The Cops And Have No Class
Will All My Grown Up Friends Say They`Ve Seen It All Before
They Say Hey Act Your Age And I`M Immature
Will I Do Myself Proud Or Only What`S Allowed
What Will It Be Like When I Get
What Will I Be Like When I Get
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
Will I Sit Around And Talk About The Old Days
Sit Around And Watch T.V. I Never Want To Go That Way
Never Burn Out Not Fade Away
As I Travel Through My Time Will I Like What I Find
What Will It Be Like When I Get
What Will I Be Like When I Get
What Will It Be Like When I Get Old
-mañana es mi cumple!- (19)
escuchando `la casa azul -hoy me has dicho hola por primera vez`
 So here I go and there you went...again
Just another stupid thing that I done wrong.
Locked up in my head, knocked down, beaten, left for dead
With all those brilliant things I should have said.
I gotta get away, and find something to do
`Cause everything I hear, everything I see, reminds me of you.
Still counting the days I`ve been without you 1, 2, 3, 4...
Still counting the days that you`ve been gone.
Day one, was no fun.
Day two, i hated you.
By day three I wish you`d come right back to me.
Day four, five and six, well I guess you just don`t give a shit.
Day seven, this is hell. this is hell.
I gotta get away, and find something to do.
But everything I hear, everything I see, reminds me of you.
Still counting the days I`ve been without you 1, 2, 3, 4...
Still counting the days that you`ve been gone.
Still counting the days since you left me. 1,2,3,4...
Still counting the days since you`ve been gone.
A thousand things I wanna say to you, but it`s too late now.
A thousand things I wanna say...
A thousand things I wanna say to you, but it`s too late now.
A thousand things I wanna say...
Still counting the days I`ve been without you.
Still counting the days that you`ve been gone.
Still counting the days I`ve been without you 1, 2, 3, 4...
Still counting the days that you`ve been gone.
Still counting the days since you left me 1, 2, 3, 4...
Still counting the days that you`ve been gone.
Gone...
Gone...
Gone...
Gone...
 Hi it`s me, I`m bored again.
All is well, I`m not insane
I`ve been drunk for seven days
Everything is fine
I made some friends and broke the ice
Then I ate some bread and cheese
Gained some weight to keep me warm
Everything`s okay
It`s me, delivering psychosis
Over the phone to you
I`ve colored your world blue
Ten thousand miles from you
I`m sinking all alone
Treading new waters
Where is my buoy?
The van smells like a dirty sock
Everyone has got the flu
I`d rather be just sick of you
I`d rather be asleep
It`s me, delivering psychosis
Over the phone to you
I`ve colored your world blue
Ten thousand miles from you
I`m sinking all alone
Treading new waters
I`m missing my buoy.
When I get home
The band will have it`s first hit song.
You and I will buy some rings
And a suburban home
I`ll bring home the bacon bits
We`ll make our parents grandparents
I`ll take you out for breakfast at night
And then we`ll go to sleep
[recuerdosdelbauldecancioneskemediste]
 una escuela de kung fu
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