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Quizá una de las canciones que más hablan de mí:
Well this stone that I have swallowed
Isn’t going down so well
And this road that I have followed
Is leading me to Hell
And you said it didn’t matter
But I think you’re a liar
Is this one of your talents
That stokes the very fire that burns you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
The pressure is building
And something has to give
Oh something has to give
And when I build you a steeple
You say it’s incomplete
‘Cause you need the whole cathedral
To satisfy the need
And you’re like a paper aeroplane
That never seems to land
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the hand that chokes you
Each time you try to live
And the earth will turn below you
The pressure is building
And something has to give
Oh something has to give
Well you’re like a paper aeroplane
That never seems to land
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the hand
Well you’re like a paper aeroplane
That never seems to land
Flying blind through anything
Straight into the hand that chokes you
Each time you try to live
Soy una andaluza en busca de su lugar en el mundo, que por ahora reside en Madrid.
Este es mi sitio de recreo, donde pienso, hablo y grito todo aquello que se me pasa por la cabeza.
Sin filtros. Sin máscaras. Sin remordimientos.
Esta soy yo en mi más pura esencia.
