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servido por  rimini 15 octubre 2010 1 comentarios

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Why do we never get an answer

When we’re knocking at the door

With a thousand million questions

About hate and death and war?

’Cos when we stop and look around us,

There is nothing that we need,

In a world of persecution

That is burning in its greed.


Why do we never get an answer

When we’re knocking at the door

Because the truth is hard to swallow

That’s what the war of love is for


It’s not the way that you say it

When you do those things to me

It’s more the way that you mean it

When you tell me what will be


And when you stop and think about it

You won’t believe it’s true

That all the love you’ve been giving

Has all been meant for you.


I’m looking for someone to change my life,

I’m looking for a miracle in my life

And if you could see what it’s done to me,

To lose the love I knew

Could safely lead me through.


Between the silence of the mountains,

And the crashing of the sea,

There lies a land I once lived in,

And she’s waiting there for me,

But in the grey of the morning,

My mind becomes confused,

Between the dead and the sleeping,

And the road that I must choose.


I’m looking for someone to change my life,

I’m looking for a miracle in my life

And if you could see what it’s done to me,

To lose the love I knew,

Could safely lead me to

The land that I once knew,

To learn as we grow old

The secrets of our soul.


It’s not the way that you say it

When you do those things to me

It’s more the way you really mean it

When you tell me what will be


Why do we never get an answer

When we’re knocking at the door

With a thousand million questions

About hate and death and war?

’Cos when we stop and look around us,

There is nothing that we need,

In a world of persecution

That is burning in its greed.


Moody Blues:






Nada Surf






Daniel Houde (ACOUSTIC)





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lo dijo ChiSpark 15 octubre 2010 | 10:45 AM

Gracias, gracias rimimí (uy!).
Cuando llegan a la parte -la del video de Daniel Houde- : agüilla en mis ojos.

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