Acabo de tener una mega-epifanía. Me parece que es el resultado de leer un fanfic relato que te consume demasiado. Puntos extra por inducirte locura, alucinaciones y periodos de reflexión en los que te preguntas porque chingados se pueden despertar tantas emociones con simples palabras que… ash.
En fin, para mis NULOS lectores, no los entretengo más y les dejo este video. Hasta con letra y todo.
Pulp – “Like a Friend”
Don’t bother saying you’re sorry
Why don’t you come in?
Smoke all my cigarettes again
Everytime I get no further
How long has it been?
Come on in now
Wipe your feet on my dreams
You take up my time
Like some cheap magazine
When I could have been learning something
Well, you know what I mean
I’ve done this before
And I will do it again
C’mon and kill me baby
While you smile like a friend
Oh and I’ll come running
Just to do it again
You are the last drink I never should have drunk
You are the body hidden in the trunk
You are the habit I can’t seem to kick
You are my secrets on the front page every week
You are the car I never should have bought
You are the train I never should have caught
You are the cut that makes me hide my face
You are the party that makes me feel my age
You’re like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid
Like a plane I’ve been told I never should board
Like a film that’s so bad, but I’ve just got to stay ’til the end
Let me tell you now – it’s lucky for you that we’re friends
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