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    LOCO de Sôber

     
    Artista: Sôber
    Album: Morfología
    Canción: Loco
     
     
    estoy notando
    un clima raro en el ambiente.
    estoy cambiando ,
    comparado al resto de la gente.
    vivir aislado
    como un aguila batiente.
    morirme solo,
    sin haber sentado precedente.
    al volver la mirada
    me doy cuenta que ella esta presente,
    tan fria,
    tan rara,
    ya no es la misma de siempre.
    ¿porque no hago nada´.
    no doy credito a lo que pasa.
    ya esta sentenciada,
    la ruptura contempla su mirada.

    una vez crei,
    que todo era distinto
    y que lo habia conseguido.
    poder querer tan solo a una persona
    sin haberla malherido.
    loco,
    loco,
    loco.

    sentado
    pesando
    cual fue el motivo del fracaso.
    crei haber dado,
    el amor que nunca fue entregado.
    estallar en pedazos
    es lo que quiero y lograr olvidarlo.
    salir ileso
    del desamor que muere lento.

    una vez crei,
    que todo era distinto
    y que lo habia conseguido.
    poder querer tan solo a una persona
    sin haberla malherido.
    loco,
    loco,
    loco.