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System Of A Down

Composición de: Counting Crows
Good morning baby, guess you wanna touch me now 
You wanna put your hands on my face 
Tell me you love me, 
Tell me you need me 
Don't say you love me 
Don't say anything... 
'Cause I am not that kind of man, I'm much less than you think I am... 
So many people are just like Jesus, 
They drag all this weight, to get to anything better than... 
Where they've been 
Or where they are 
Well tell me what the hell's the reason when we never get 
anywhere... 
But you want me to say "Hey, it's okay..." 
But I'm so dizzy baby, just get the hell away from me... 
How can you breathe? 
How can you see? 
I can't even sleep when you're with me... 
I'm sick of summertime 
I know, all of the best things in life are unkind 
To be everything I could be, anything 
But all the time I'm thinking, "If I only had a pair of wings..." 
But you want touch me 
Just get your hands off me 
Don't touch me 
And baby, I can't see that you see 
How can you see? 
How can you breathe? 
I can't feel a thing when you're with me... 
I can't take it this way, I hope you understand, 
Don't you fucking touch me 
I can hardly stand to look at you 
How can you breathe? 
How can you see? 
How can you breathe? 
How can you see? 
I can't even sleep when you're with me 
How can you breathe? 
How can you see? 
I can't feel... 
I can't feel a thing... 
Can't feel a thing... 
Can't feel a thing... 
Can't feel a thing...
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