Cápsula Del Tiempo De Lo Que Habita En Una Mente... (O el lóbulo izquierdo cuando está beodo de sentires...que es más o menos lo mismo)

No Angel


No Angel.Dido

If you gave me a coin
for every time we say goodbye
Well I'd be rich beyond my dreams,
I'm sorry for my weary life
I know I'm not perfect
but I can smile
And I hope
that you can see this heart
behind my tired eyes

If you tell me that I can't,
I will, I will, I'll try all night
And if I say I'm coming home,
I'll probably be out all night
I know I can be afraid
but I'm alive
And I hope
that you trust this heart
behind my tired eyes

I'm no angel,
but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel,
but does that mean that I can't live my life
I'm no angel,
but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel,
but does that mean that I won't fly

I know I'm not around each night
And I know I always think I'm right
I can beleive that you might look around

I'm no angel,
but please don't think that I won't try and try
I'm no angel,
but does that mean that I can't live my life
I'm no angel,
but please don't think that I can't cry
I'm no angel,
but does that mean that I won't fly

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Esto no es un diario ni un semanal ni un mensual… Es una recopilación de lo que habita en un cerebro, en este caso el mío.