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La escepción de David Eugene Edwards

La escepción de David Eugene Edwards

There’s nothing ’round here I believe in ’Cept you, yeah you And there’s nothing to me that’s sacred ’Cept you, yeah you You’re the one that reaches me You’re the one that I admire Every time we meet together My soul feels like it’s on fire Nothing matters to me And there’s nothing I desire ’Cept you, yeah you Nothing ’round here I care to try for ’Cept you, yeah you Got nothing left to live or die for ’Cept you, yeah you There’s a hymn I used to hear In the churches all the time Make me feel so good inside So peaceful, so sublime And there’s nothing to remind me of that Old familiar chime ’Cept you, uh huh you Used to play in the cemetery Dance and sing and run when I was a child Never seemed strange But now I just pass mournfully by That place where the bones of life are piled I know somethin’ has changed I’m a stranger here and no one sees me ’Cept you, yeah you Nothing much matters or seems to please me ’Cept you, yeah you Nothing hypnotizes me Or holds me in a spell Everything runs by me Just like water from a well Everybody wants my attention Everybody’s got something to sell ’Cept you, yeah you Copyright Bob Dylan © 1973 by Ram-s Horn Music; renewed 2001 by Ram’s Horn Music

Compartido por José Pablo Fernández el 10 de diciembre de 2013

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