People are strange when you're a stranger,
Faces look ugly when you're alone.
Women seem wicked when you're unwanted,
Streets are uneven when you're down.
When you're strange
Faces come out of the rain
When you're strange
No one remembers your name
When you're strange
When you're strange
When you're strange.
jim morrison.
2 comentarios:
Gran letra.
Gran artista.
Gran verdad.
Chica cósmica, me encantan tus entradas, siempre tan psicodelica y musicalmente buenas.
jim... el grande!
salu2!
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