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Joya rara

Nicolas Chamillet

Rare Jewel

I'm looking at the crack you made in my heart
It's the shape of your hand
I could go to her house and ask you to return what you stole
But you would never give me what I want
Why is my heart sacred and it's bleeding in your hands

I was your model, I was your guinea pig
It was just supposed to be a hook up
But it ended up being a year

I was your rare jewel, but you were my vertigo
I wanted to scream for help, I could run to the circus
But you would find me and man you were the worst guy
And now I want to be my rare jewel

It was as fast as a turtle
I gave you the position of king of my heart
Now I doubt if that was a good choice
But never mind, I've endured too much

I was your model, I was your guinea pig
It was just supposed to be a hook up
But it ended up being a year

I was your rare jewel, but you were my vertigo
I wanted to scream for help, I could run to the circus
But you would find me and man you were the worst guy
And now I want to be my rare jewel

Rare jewel, my rare jewel
Rare jewel, my rare jewel
Rare jewel, my rare jewel
Rare jewel, my rare jewel
Rare jewel, my rare jewel
Rare jewel, my rare jewel

Joya rara

Estoy mirando la grieta que hiciste en mi corazón
Es la forma de tu mano
Podría ir a su casa y pedirte que devuelvas lo que robaste
Pero nunca me darías lo que quiero
¿Por qué mi corazón es sagrado y está sangrando en tus manos?

Yo era tu modelo, yo era tu conejillo de indias
Solo se suponía que fuera un rollo
Pero terminó siendo un año

Yo era tu joya rara, pero tú eras mi vértigo
Quería gritar por ayuda, podría correr al circo
Pero me encontrarías y hombre, eras el peor tipo
Y ahora quiero ser mi joya rara

Fue tan rápido como una tortuga
Te di el puesto de rey de mi corazón
Ahora dudo si esa fue una buena elección
Pero no importa, he soportado demasiado

Yo era tu modelo, yo era tu conejillo de indias
Solo se suponía que fuera un rollo
Pero terminó siendo un año

Yo era tu joya rara, pero tú eras mi vértigo
Quería gritar por ayuda, podría correr al circo
Pero me encontrarías y hombre, eras el peor tipo
Y ahora quiero ser mi joya rara

Joya rara, mi joya rara
Joya rara, mi joya rara
Joya rara, mi joya rara
Joya rara, mi joya rara
Joya rara, mi joya rara
Joya rara, mi joya rara

Escrita por: Nicolas Chamillet