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Vida Media

Sneaker Pimps

Half Life

Half life wastes before it goes
It's funny how your bee sting touch never leaves me whole
It's not enough to stay here almost trying
You keep your last laugh watch this dying
It's just your half time vertigo
And if you want an answer i don't know

If you had completed me
Don't think i'd be pleased with you
Don't think i'd compete with you
With half of me to take

Half life nothing i'd call home
It's lucky how these phantom limb bee stings never show
It's not enough to leave this falling kindly
You burn my star down twice as brightly
It's just your half light undertow
But if you need forgiveness i don't know

If you had completed me
Don't think i'd be pleased with you
Don't think i'd compete with you
With half of me to take

Half light breaks with nothing wrong
Just a corner of my bed where you don't belong
It's kind of you to notice no-one's dying
You had your last laugh almost crying
It's just your half life long to know
And if you need a reason so it goes

If you had completed me
Don't think i'd be pleased with you
Don't think i'd compete with you
With half of me to take

Vida Media

La vida media se desperdicia antes de desaparecer
Es gracioso cómo tu toque de picadura de abeja nunca me deja completo
No es suficiente quedarse aquí casi intentando
Guardas tu última risa viendo esto morir
Es solo tu vértigo a medio tiempo
Y si quieres una respuesta, no lo sé

Si me hubieras completado
No creo que estaría contento contigo
No creo que competiría contigo
Con la mitad de mí para llevar

Vida media, nada que llamar hogar
Es suerte cómo estas picaduras de abeja de miembro fantasma nunca se muestran
No es suficiente dejar caer esto amablemente
Quemas mi estrella dos veces más brillantemente
Es solo tu resaca a medias
Pero si necesitas perdón, no lo sé

Si me hubieras completado
No creo que estaría contento contigo
No creo que competiría contigo
Con la mitad de mí para llevar

La media luz se rompe sin nada malo
Solo un rincón de mi cama donde no perteneces
Es amable de tu parte notar que nadie está muriendo
Tuviste tu última risa casi llorando
Es solo tu vida media larga de saber
Y si necesitas una razón, así es

Si me hubieras completado
No creo que estaría contento contigo
No creo que competiría contigo
Con la mitad de mí para llevar

Escrita por: Alvin Jupiter Pickering / Chris Corner / Liam Howe