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miércoles
Cúrame
Háblame
que no te oiga
Quiéreme
que yo no sepa
Cuídame
que no lo vea
No me mires, no me escuches
haz de cuenta que no existo
Cúrame,
que no sane
Vierte en mi
tu indiferencia
Cálmame
que en mi se agite
el deseo como un fuego
y me muera por besarte
Llámame
no me respondas
sáciame
que no me alcance
Déjame,
que yo me rinda
que te siga que te ruegue
que después te de la espalda
Cúrame
martes
be be your love
If I could take you away
Pretend I was queen
What would you say
Would you think I'm unreal
'Cause everybody's got their way I should feel
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Want to be your everything
Everything...
Everything's falling, and I am included in that
Oh, how I try to be just okay
Yeah, but all I ever really wanted
Was a little piece of you
And everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love, for real
Everybody's talking how I, can't, can't be your love
But I want, want, want to be your love
Want to be your love for real
Everything will be alright
If you just stay the night
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away
Please, sir, don't you walk away, don't you walk away, don't you walk away...
Rachael Yamagata
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