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No puedo creer que realmente murieras

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I Can't Believe You Actually Died

Up and died, you up and died on me
I can't believe you actually died
I haven't cried, it hasn't rained on me
Cause I can't believe you actually died
I haven't tried cause you're not dead, you're free
I can't believe you actually died

And I know that you're happy there
Even though I don't know where

The other side, the side I try to see
I can't believe you actually died
Your body's gone but your ghost haunts me
I can't believe you actually died
At your grandma's church I held a baby
I can't believe that you actually dide
I can't believe that you made your parents cry
I can't believe that the worms ate your eyes

No puedo creer que realmente murieras

Se murió, se levantó y murió en mí
No puedo creer que hayas muerto
No he llorado, no ha llovido sobre mí
Porque no puedo creer que hayas muerto
No lo he intentado porque no estás muerto, eres libre
No puedo creer que hayas muerto

Y sé que eres feliz allí
A pesar de que no sé dónde

El otro lado, el lado que trato de ver
No puedo creer que hayas muerto
Tu cuerpo se ha ido, pero tu fantasma me persigue
No puedo creer que hayas muerto
En la iglesia de tu abuela tuve un bebé
No puedo creer que realmente hayas dide
No puedo creer que hayas hecho llorar a tus padres
No puedo creer que los gusanos se comieron tus ojos

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