Ojala te vaya bien A menudo pienso en lo que nos callamos Mis pasos ya no quieren hacer El camino equivocado Quizás haya que mentir He podido disimular Si todo lo que digo Se asemeja a la mitad De las cosas que pienso Nos miraremos detrás de los ojos Recuerdo doloroso Arrugas en la piel, retazos del ayer La tinta se secó Lo que más deseo es cantarte al oído Porque somos viento en el mar del olvido Te faltó sinceridad Has tenido miedo de seguir conmigo Si se presenta el día “D” Que nos pille de domingo Quizás no haya que fingir Bajar la velocidad Hacerle caso al corazón Y después recuperar Todo el tiempo que perdimos Nos miraremos detrás de los ojos Recuerdo doloroso Arrugas en la piel, retazos del ayer La tinta se secó Lo que más deseo es cantarte al oído Ya que estamos hechos de mil abrazos sumergidos Nos miraremos detrás de los ojos Recuerdo doloroso Arrugas en la piel, retazos del ayer La tinta se secó Lo que más deseo es cantarte al oído Ya que estamos hechos de mil abrazos sumergidos

Hace tiempo que el mundo dibuja Círculos de soledad Rodeados de gente sin alma Y de clandestinidad Uh, cada vez que vuelvo a recordar Uh, en aquel momento fue un buen plan Hicimos un trato rompimos el pacto El silencio nos gastó Quedemos un rato, olvidemos lo malo, solo mirándonos Puse balas de plastilina En la guerra entre tú y yo Hoy dormí con los ojos abiertos La del sueño no era yo Uh, cada vez que vuelvo a recordar Uh, en aquel momento fue un buen plan Hicimos un trato rompimos el pacto El silencio nos gastó Quedemos un rato, olvidemos lo malo, solo mirándonos Ya no quedan voces que gritar Ya no quedan dardos que soltar Ya no quedan sitios que olvidar Ni luces que apagar Uh, cada vez que vuelvo a recordar Uh, en aquel momento fue un buen plan Hicimos un trato rompimos el pacto El silencio nos gastó Quedemos un rato, olvidemos lo malo, solo mirándonos Ya no quedan voces que gritar Ya no quedan dardos que soltar Ya no quedan sitios que olvidar Ni luces que apagar Ya no quedan voces que gritar Ya no quedan dardos que soltar Ya no quedan sitios que olvidar Ni luces que apagar.

Canción de Hard Rock Alternativo de unos 5 minutos y 5 segundos en formato.mp3

Canción de Rock Alternativo de unos 4 minutos y 30 segundos , en formato.mp3

Camiseta Blanca / Corriente Brightness / Variante 1. Creada por Erick Samuel Esquivel García.

Canción

Canción de mi grupo Jaguar Guane. Autor, compositor y productor: Ciro Galvis Batería: Jairo Noreña

CAPO EN 1ª LA RE LA7 RE7 I'm gonna try what Britney once said in her famous song, 'cause "oops, I did it again, I made you believe we're more than just friends", but maybe that's just what I'm used to do, dorodoro... LA Or maybe that's just what I used to be. LA RE LA7 RE7 One day you're gonna be freaked out by my moves... at this game. 'Cause baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, ye-yeh, I know I'm not good at playing chess. But you, you youruyou... know that in the first place it's my first time and I'm already winning you. LA(?) So check it out, that you must get out of ma'check, If you can... you old chum. lalalala... LA RE LA7 RE7 The only thing that I have to say 'bout your go at this game is that you know you didn't play fair since the onset. You think that you'll be that smart, you little know-it-all, but one day you'll realice what is up. Who's the winner at long last. LA So let me say that you shouldn't act that convinced, you smarty-pants. DO, Do siguiente. DO, DO, SI7 You know you get me out of my nerves, you know I cannot deal with that stress. You know that I just need you here but youre not, I knew before the start that I would lose. LA RE LA7 RE7 I'm gonna try what Britney once said in her famous song,'cause You see my problem is this I'm dreaming away Wishing that heroes, they truly exist.

Letra: You know, I'm hotter than your average girl You're blessed for having me onto your bed but Oh-no, what a mess, I'm such a child, okey, babe, falling for this sunday-school girl? Sunday, another morning, another day just thinking that I'm boring Old shirt, just smelling as bad, as all those shitty things that you have told me. I don't think you'd miss my pretty face so, for now just give it out. Monday, feeling elated, and by the days I'll learn to skip all your bullshit. Honey, give me a weekend, I'll kinda need your love, your pride, your callousness and I'll regret to tell you such a sham. My dear... daylight fades at summer night, when the sun goes down... Letting you go, I let it go, our time... it dissapears, floating both ways, looking both ways before crossing the street, and wearing a helmet when bicycling. Next day, 'think it was tuesday, maybe I thought you'd call or make some movements I could, for being honest, but greatest feelings need at least some fuel. At least you could agree with me- daylight faded this summer night, when the sun went down... Letting you go, I let it go, our time... it dissapears, floating both ways, looking both ways before crossing the street, and wearing a helmet when bicycling. (Hablado) But... baby, you remember that I love you, don't you? Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give a Damn Well... nobody's perfect! Letting you go, I let it go, our time... it dissapears. Gave you a chance for making me sure, and two cause it felt good, but no, my honey, I won't- I won't give you three.

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