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letra de 7:30 - black market pop

quiero [morir en] tus ojos
yo pensé junto a ti cuando dormiste
con los ángeles

pero en cuanto de las días
que nos faltamos de tener
juntos [piaves]
que nos [sanamos]

y lo pensaré
en la cama solo, con memorias
nada fue más bella como
mirar en tus ojos, o

now it’s almost 7:30
i’m as sober as i’ve been
wondering when the sun left us
and i get up off the floor
and i look out through the window
and all the things that you said are there

and i’m still alive
in my bed alone again
i’m thinking where has this all gone
and there was nothing quite so beautiful
we lay down in the woods
and we look for shooting stars
but then i’d like to hold your hand
one more time before we fall apart
and i’m still alive
in my bed alone again
i’m thinking, “what you doing now?”
and there was no one quite so beautiful
we reach up for the stars
but we hit against the ceiling
and then i’d like to hold your hand
one more time before we fall apart

- black market pop

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