lunes, 11 de enero de 2010

My Guitar - Juan Pardo







My Guitar was riding me songs
and was crying for me
when I was sad and tired

My Guitar is made of a heart
that somebody was tearing its pieces apart

So, you can sell my ring
and you can spill my wine
but you're getting nowhere near to My Guitar



You can sell my ring
you can spill my wine
and if you want me too
I can also even cry
but you're getting nowhere near to My Guitar

So, you can burn my dreams
As you tried it once
and you can live lonly
even need me just once
but you're getting nowhere near to My Guitar


My Guitar was riding me songs
and was crying for me
when I was sad and tired

My Guitar is made of a heart
that somebody was tearing apart


So you can sell my ring
and you can spill my wine
and you can knock on the floor
with your hard an empty mind
but you're getting nowhere near to My Guitar

Just listen...



My Guitar was giving me love
and was singing for me
when I was sad and tired

My Guitar was just made of a heart
that somebody was tearing its pieces apart


So you can sell my ring
and you can spill my wine
but you're getting nowhere near to My Guitar

but you're getting nowhere near to My Guitar

but you're getting nowhere near... to My Guitar




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