Looking out the door I see the rain fall upon the funeral mourners
Parading in a wake of sad relations as their shoes fill up with water
Maybe I'm too young to keep good love from going wrong,
But tonight you're on my mind so you'll never know
I'm broken down and hungry for your love with no way to feed it
Where are you tonight?, you know how much I need it
Too young to hold on and too old to break free and run.
Terminé con astillas en el corazón -otra vez-
Y yo que te susurraba "Don't let me down" al oído...
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