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Sin poema

Inara George

No Poem

You're no poem.
Once you open your mouth
I never like what you say
A carnation
To cover your lips
When you speak I fall away
The exceptions
Are few in between
I spend time just trying to forget
Away, away, will you fall away
Let's pretend that we never met

Keep yourself within yourself
For all that you say it never gets better
In yourself within yourself
If I was you I wouldn't talk, I'd just keep dancing
If all your moves were words
And backsteps were things you've denied
You've said, that's right, your dead
I'm dumb, but not deaf and blind

Keep yourself within yourself
For all that you say it never gets better
In yourself within yourself
If I was you I wouldn't talk, I'd just keep dancing

Sin poema

No eres ningún poema.
Una vez que abres la boca
Nunca me gusta lo que dices
Un clavel
Para cubrir tus labios
Cuando hablas, me alejo
Las excepciones
Son pocas y distantes
Paso tiempo tratando de olvidar
Lejos, lejos, ¿te alejarás?
Pretendamos que nunca nos conocimos

Mantente dentro de ti mismo
Por todo lo que dices, nunca mejora
En ti mismo, dentro de ti mismo
Si fuera tú, no hablaría, solo seguiría bailando
Si todos tus movimientos fueran palabras
Y retroceder fuera cosas que has negado
Has dicho, eso es correcto, estás muerto
Soy tonto, pero no sordo ni ciego

Mantente dentro de ti mismo
Por todo lo que dices, nunca mejora
En ti mismo, dentro de ti mismo
Si fuera tú, no hablaría, solo seguiría bailando

Escrita por: Inara George / Michael Andrews