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Manta

Siv Jakobsen

Blanket

I would come as you would run
And I would fall into pieces
And I would chase after you
Like I was poison and you were my aim

I would yell out your name
Watch your gaze fly to the floor
Oh, but never mind, you were never mine
You've spilled your secret, now spill your crime

'Cause in the mornings, in the evenings I would wait
But my patience would spill on the floors and on the ceilings
Through my mouth as I called for you
I called, called

And I would fold, yes I would fold
'Cause I am a blanket and you were cold

Manta

Yo vendría mientras tú correrías
Y yo caería en pedazos
Y te perseguiría
Como si fuera veneno y tú fueras mi objetivo

Gritaría tu nombre
Vería tu mirada caer al suelo
Oh, pero no importa, nunca fuiste mío
Has derramado tu secreto, ahora derrama tu crimen

Porque en las mañanas, en las tardes esperaría
Pero mi paciencia se derramaría en los pisos y en los techos
A través de mi boca mientras te llamaba
Te llamaba, llamaba

Y me doblaría, sí me doblaría
Porque soy una manta y tú tenías frío

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