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lunes, 28 de junio de 2010

Better.

If I kiss you where it's sore ,
If I kiss you where it's sore ,
Will you feel better, better, better ?,
Will you feel anything at all ?
Will you feel better, better, better ?,
Will you feel anything at all ?

Born like sisters to this world ,
In a town where blood ties are only blood .
If you never say your name out loud to anyone ,
They can never ever call you by it .

If I kiss you where it's sore ,
If I kiss you where it's sore ,
Will you feel better, better, better ?,
Will you feel anything at all ?
Will you feel better, better, better ?
Will you feel anything at all ?

You're getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder, getting sadder ,
And I don't understand, and I don't understand .
But if I kiss you where it's sore
If I kiss you where it's sore
Will you feel better, better, better ?
Will you feel anything at all ?
Will you feel better, better, better ?
Will you feel anything at all ?
Anything at all,
Will you feel anything at all ?
Anything at all,
Will you feel anything at all ?
Anything at all...

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