Special
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Special
Letra: OriginalI'm livin' without you
I know all about you
I have run you down into the ground
Spread disease about you over town
I used to adore you
I couldn't control you
There was nothing that I wouldn't do
To keep myself around and close to you
Do you have an opinion, a mind of your own?
I thought you were special I thought you should know
But I've run out of patience
I couldn't care less
Do you have an opinion, a mind of your own?
I thought you were special, I thought you should know
I used to amuse you
I knew that I'd lose you
Now you're here and begging for a chance
But there's no way in hell I'd take you back
Do you have an opinion, a mind of your own?
I thought you were special, I thought you should know
But I've run out of patience, I've run out of comments
I'm tired of the violence, I couldn't care less
I'm looking for a new
I'm looking for a new
I'm looking for a new
I'm looking for a new
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
I thought you were special
I thought you were special
I thought you were special
I thought you were special
Estoy viviendo sin ti
Sé todo sobre ti
Te he empujado hasta la tierra
Esparciendo vitriolo sobre ti por toda la ciudad
Yo solía adorarte
No podía controlarte
No había nada que no hubiera hecho
Para mantenerme cerca de ti
¿Tienes una opinión, una mente propia?
Creí que eras especial, quería que lo supieras
Pero he perdido la paciencia
No podría importarme menos
¿Tienes una opinión, una mente propia?
Creí que eras especial, quería que lo supieras
Solía divertirte
Sabía que te perdería
Ahora estás aquí y rogando por una oportunidad
Pero no hay manera de que vuelva contigo
¿Tienes una opinión, una mente propia?
Creí que eras especial, quería que lo supieras
Pero se me acabó la paciencia, se me acabaron los comentarios
Estoy cansada de la violencia, no me importa nada
Estoy buscando uno nuevo
Estoy buscando uno nuevo
Estoy buscando uno nuevo
Estoy buscando uno nuevo
Éramos la comidilla de la ciudad
Éramos la comidilla de la ciudad
Éramos la comidilla de la ciudad
Éramos la comidilla de la ciudad
Creí que eras especial
Creí que eras especial
Creí que eras especial
Creí que eras especial
Composición de Butch Vig / Duke Erikson / Shirley Manson / Steve Marker. ¿La información está incorrecta? Avísanos.
Erik Andrew
