
When you're gone
The pieces of my heart are missing you
When you're gone
The face I came to know is missing too
When you're gone
The words I need to hear to always get me through the day
And make it OK
I miss you .
Yo seré tus deseos hechos piernas, una idea recurrente de la fascinación. Yo seré un complot para tu mente, el objeto y la causa de tu perdicion y tu buena suerte .
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