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lunes, 30 de agosto 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 ?



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