Time
Time is the sound a weeping tone
Time is a hell of an awful drug
But it never came to be what I wanted it to be
La noche es un triste amanecer, y quiziera estar con ella
Life: all the colors of the ocean floor
Life: all the words of my drunken love
Oh how pretty they can be when they happen to me
La noche es un triste amanecer, y quiziera estar con ella
Su cara y sus labios rosa, pechos de caramelo, piel de diosa
Tiempo con ella es un encuentro surreal
Te extraño, negrita
Time is a hell of an awful drug
But it never came to be what I wanted it to be
La noche es un triste amanecer, y quiziera estar con ella
Life: all the colors of the ocean floor
Life: all the words of my drunken love
Oh how pretty they can be when they happen to me
La noche es un triste amanecer, y quiziera estar con ella
Su cara y sus labios rosa, pechos de caramelo, piel de diosa
Tiempo con ella es un encuentro surreal
Te extraño, negrita
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Writer(s): Camilo Medina
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