 The years of the stories
I miss all those days
that we talk besides
a classic old movie
that we never watch
anything that´s mine
and i could take
the feeling you made me
thing i won´t forget
songs in my head, spinning again
until today, or maybe yesterday
Is the year of the stories
when we used to cry
when we shouted each other
until late midnight
the days we spend
watching at the sky
looking for a mistake
or even to our lives
i must find another
way of living till tonight
cus i need to survive
maybe i´m wrong
perhaps every month
we have to catch
another love, a new best love
Is the year of the stories
when we used to cry
when we shouted each other
until late midnight
the days we spend
watching at the sky
looking for a mistake
or even to our lives
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