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Do you wanna come over and kill some time?
Tell me facts, tell me facts, tell me facts
Tell me facts
Throw your arms around me
Bloc Party
Un viejo indio estaba hablando con su nieto.
Éste le decía:
-”Me siento como si tuviera dos lobos peleando en mi corazón. Uno de los dos es un lobo enojado, violento y vengador. El otro está lleno de amor y compasión”.
El nieto preguntó:
-”Abuelo, dime, ¿cuál de los dos lobos ganará la pelea en tu corazón?”
El abuelo contestó:
-”Aquel que yo alimente”
Oh, maybe I think maybe I don’t
Maybe I will maybe I won’t
Find my way this time
I hear you’re calling me soon
One of these days
Some of these days, and somebody pays
It happens all the time
I’ll believing, believing you wanted me to
And maybe I’m a fool for walking in line
And maybe I should have tried to leave this time
I’m an honest mistake that you made
Did you mean to?
Did you mean?
Oh, did you mean?
Love is just a game
Broken all the same
And I will get over you
Love is just a lie
Happens all the time
Swear I know this much is true
The Magic Numbers
