You must think I´m a fool
so prasaic and ankward an all
do you think you´ve got me down?
do you think i´ve never been out of this town?
Do i seem too eager to please to you now?
you don´t know me at all
i can´t turn it on turn it off like you now
no i´m not like you now
Now you´re here
ibet you´re wishing you could disappear
i´m trying to be kind
i get the feeling you´re just killing time
You look down at me
don´t you look down at me now
you don´t knowme at all
a slap in the face, in teh face for you now
just might do now
You´re leaving so soon?
never had a chance to bloom
but you were so quick to change your tune
don´t look back if i´m a wight around your neck
because if you don´t need me i don´t need you
Leaving so soon?
leaving, leaving so soon?
Keane, Under the iron sea.
jueves, 23 de octubre de 2008
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