Oh my heart can’t carry much more,
it’s really, really aching and sore;
my heart don’t care anymore.
I really can’t bear more.
My hands don’t work like before,
I shiver and I scrape at your door.
My heart can’t carry much more.
But you couldn’t care less, could you?
Your face don’t look like before,
it’s really not like yours anymore.
Your eyes don’t like me no more,
they quiver and they shift to the floor.
My heart don’t beat like before,
it’s never been this slow;
no, my blood don’t flow anymore.
And you couldn’t care less, could you?
Could we stop and sleep for a spell,
we can turn this ditch into a well,
and send that old devil back to hell.
But we don’t care, do we?
(Baby let’s stop and sleep for a spell. )
Your back’s not straight like before,
you really shouldn’t carry me no more,
I’m much too heavy for you.
I’m really quite a mess, yes.
We just don’t care anymore,
we’re crooked and were cut to the core.
We’re just not there anymore,
but we really don’t care, do we?
No, we couldn’t care less, could we?
it’s really, really aching and sore;
my heart don’t care anymore.
I really can’t bear more.
My hands don’t work like before,
I shiver and I scrape at your door.
My heart can’t carry much more.
But you couldn’t care less, could you?
Your face don’t look like before,
it’s really not like yours anymore.
Your eyes don’t like me no more,
they quiver and they shift to the floor.
My heart don’t beat like before,
it’s never been this slow;
no, my blood don’t flow anymore.
And you couldn’t care less, could you?
Could we stop and sleep for a spell,
we can turn this ditch into a well,
and send that old devil back to hell.
But we don’t care, do we?
(Baby let’s stop and sleep for a spell. )
Your back’s not straight like before,
you really shouldn’t carry me no more,
I’m much too heavy for you.
I’m really quite a mess, yes.
We just don’t care anymore,
we’re crooked and were cut to the core.
We’re just not there anymore,
but we really don’t care, do we?
No, we couldn’t care less, could we?
2 comentarios:
En realidad, sí, empezé a fumar y un amigo me cagó a pedos ajaj pero bueno, ES RE NORMAL, no me jodan. Le había dicho que le iba a hacer homenaje en el blog por preocuparse tanto por una boludez tan grande, y cumplí :) ohhhhhh the cardigans ♥
Siempre que
escucho the cardigans
me acuerdo cuando era
cabrochico e hiba
a comer churrascos
con mi papá a un puesto
que quedaba en la carretera
y siempre ponian unos
videos de The cardigans y
Garvage ^^
En fin señorita
se me cuida
millones,
que este bien
y y y ADIO !!!
=)
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