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I resent your call
I resent your voice
And I had no choice
Anywhere I go,
you are always there.
Outside the car,
inside my head.
I don´t have a choice
I can´t feel this.
The as of spade is calling me
I don´t have time for it.
We are standing on the edge.
I know what you´re thinkin´
I´m not your property,
no matter what you say.
We are standing on the edge.
Get me outta here,
I´m a wicked child
Don´t leave me dry.
Red wine and sleeping pills,
I can´t feel this, killer cars.
I think you´re crazy,
I´ve lost myself
I´ve given all I can,
but it´s not enough;
Letters always get burned.
Kill me, sir
Kill me again,
with love, again.
I will see you in the next life.
We are standing on the edge
We´re standing on the edge
We´re standin´on the edge
We´re standin´on the edge
We´re standin´on the edge
We´re
standin´on the edge
- . tributo a Radiohead . -
(diciembre
2004)
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