Вершы: Niño Y Pistola. As Arthur & The Writers. Make Out My Guitar.

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Well, I was in my bed,
then the phone rang, I just shook my head
it was really like a damn dream:

There was some sort of live show going on
couldn't tell why, but there was something going wrong.

I woke up and turned the lights on,
there was something strange I couldn't understand:

There was a band playing songs I used to sing,
I could make out my guitar,
I could hear my own voice shouting down the line.
(Here it comes)

There was a crowd of people,
there was a band playing my own songs
there was a voice just screaming out my name.
I could make out my guitar,
I could hear the drums close, beating in the dark
(Here we go)


(Gracias a e por esta letra)