What would you think if I sang out of tune. Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song and I'll try not to sing out of key. What do I do when my love is away? Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you're on your own? No, I get by with a little help from my friends. I get high with a little help from my friends, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
"...la escritura puede ser mi guardia o mi jardín, depende del estado de ánimo que esté pasando. Para el dolor, es mi guardia."
12.24.2008
A little help of my friends.
What would you think if I sang out of tune. Would you stand up and walk out on me? Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song and I'll try not to sing out of key. What do I do when my love is away? Does it worry you to be alone? How do I feel by the end of the day? Are you sad because you're on your own? No, I get by with a little help from my friends. I get high with a little help from my friends, gonna try with a little help from my friends.
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