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Fountain of sorrow, Jackson Browne

Y aunque el futuro está allí para que cualquiera lo cambie, siempre parece más fácil cambiar el pasado

13 comentarios el “Fountain of sorrow, Jackson Browne

  1. […] She who always seems so happy in a crowd Whose eyes can be so private and so proud No one’s allowed to see them when they cry She may be the love that cannot hope to last May come to me from shadows of the past But I’ll remember till the day I die […]

  2. […] that once was home sweet home i have nothing here to sell you just some things that i will tell you some things i know will chill you to the bone Share this:TwitterFacebookMe gusta:Me gustaSé el primero en decir que te gusta esta post. […]

  3. […] speak of love don’t know what they’re thinking of Wait around for the one who fits just like a glove Speak in terms of belief and belonging Try to […]

  4. […] Remember the photographs (insane) The ones where we all laugh (so lame) We were having the time of our lives Well thank you it was a real blast […]

  5. […] tu viaje. Cúantas veces hubiera dado la vida entera Porque tú me pidieras Llevarte el equipaje. Ahora es demasiado tarde, princesa… Share this:TwitterFacebookMe gusta:Me gustaBe the first to like this. […]

  6. […] at the homestead where the air makes you choke and people don’t know you and trust is a joke we don’t even have pictures just memories to hold that grow sweeter each season as we slowly grow old Share […]

  7. […] And tonight I am thinking of someone, seventeen years ago We rode in his daddy’s car down the river road […]

  8. […] son las cosas amargas borrosas son fotos veladas de un tiempo mejor Share this:TwitterFacebookMe gusta:Me gustaBe the first to like this. […]

  9. […] son las cosas amargas borrosas son fotos veladas de un tiempo mejor Share this:TwitterFacebookMe gusta:Me gustaOne blogger likes this. […]

  10. […] going to find myself a girl Who can show me what laughter means And we’ll fill in the missing colors In each other’s paint by number dreams And then we’ll […]

  11. […] it’s cruel how she needs to see me ache she’ll know that it’s real if she sees the hate did you really need to bring him here why can’t we part with dignity? it’s a pity bout your insecurity Share this:TwitterFacebookMe gusta:Me gustaBe the first to like this. Permalink […]

  12. […] I was dreaming of you With my heart in your hands And I was following through With my beautiful plans Share this:TwitterFacebookMe gusta:Me gustaSe […]

  13. […] Childhood comes for me at night Voices of my friends Your face bathing me in light Hope that never ends Pages turning Pages torn and pages burning Faded pages, open in the sun Better bring your own redemption when you come To the barricades of Heaven where I’m from. […]

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