Well it's a most peculiar feeling,
like sunburn in the evening
With dark clouds on their way
And you think it's most unlikely
life could ever shine as brightly
Once the sun has gone
and the pressure's on
And the rain is here again
But you don't need the sunshine
You don't need the good times
Don't need anything anyone's giving
And I don't mind your lies
so keep on talking
Porque hoy no hay más que decir...
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