Buenas Cosas Mal Dispuestas
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Buenas Cosas Mal Dispuestas
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Lo malo de la vida suele ser lo mejor
Pues te hace sentir como un patán
No bueno de la risa suele ser que al final
Nadie quiere reír, sólo pueden llorar
Lo triste que me siento mirando hacia atrás
Viendo que no hay nada.
Viendo que no hay nadie con quien compartir toda la semana
Viendo que los años pasan junto a mi y no me queda nada
No me queda nada
Ya lo ves toda la semana
Te suelo ver
Con ese vestido tan lindo
Que te traje por Pascua una vez
Que te queda tan bien tan bonito
Que pareces volverme a querer.
Volverme a querer
Sentirnos tan a gusto que
No ha cambiado nada
No ha cambiado nada.
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