I see your perfect little eyes
Watch the shadows of the clouds
On the surface of the ocean
Out the window of the plane
I get nervous when I fly
I’m used to walking with my feet
Turbulence is like a sigh
That I can’t help but over think
What is the purpose of my life
If it doesn’t have to do
With learning to let it go
Live vicariously through you
You could do the same
It’s the least you could do
Because it’s a lonely little chain
If you don’t add to it
Go on - Jack Johnson
Las horas se transforman en días y ya no se que pensar.
Hoy abrí el reproductor y fué la priemra canción en sonar, alfin algo que me sacó mi horrible expresion de desprecio que habia tenido toda la mañana.
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