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I let it fall, my heart,
And as it fell, you rose to claim it,
It was dark and I was over,
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me,
My hands, they were strong, but my knees were far too weak,
To stand in your arms without falling to your feet,

But there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew,
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true,
And the games you'd play, you would always win, always win,

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried,
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name,

When laying with you I could stay there,
Close my eyes, feel you here forever,
You and me together, nothing is better,

'Cause there's a side to you that I never knew, never knew,
All the things you'd say, they were never true, never true,
And the games you's play, you would always win, always win,

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried,
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
I set fire to the rain,
And I threw us into the flames,
Well, I felt something die,
'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time,

Sometimes I wake up by the door,
And heard you calling, must be waiting for you,
Even that when we're already over,
I can't help myself from looking for you,

I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touch your face,
Well, it burned while I cried,
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name
I set fire to the rain,
And I threw us into the flames,
Well, I felt something die,
'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time, oh,
Oh, no,
Let it burn, oh,
Let it burn,
Let it burn.

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Como pocas veces se ha escrito la verdad de una humanidad sincera y quizá hasta dolorosa, para quienes se han atrevido a probarla; de una personalidad confusa con vivencias alocadas, efusivas, evasivas y tal vez demasiado absurdas o poco comunes para unos cuantos pareceres...
A colores, con aromas y sabores como de los que simpre se han escrito, pero que pocas veces son mencionados en la realidad; de instantes que se han dejado sentir en un mundo lleno de absurdos, mentiras, injusticias y dolor...
Y que sin importar que al final de cualquier historia  "medible", donde  la piel se reseca aparece y la sonrisa por placer o bienestar  momentáneo desaparece, el alma y hasta las infinitas vidas vendidas al infierno se vuelven realidad...es donde esa humanidad sobrevive...
Muévete para donde quieras, siempre tendrás la idea de que te he visto, en algún lado vestido de gris pero quriendo ser azul... cierto???