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"From the time you said “Hello” and “What’s your name?”

You were a work of art, play me like a little game

Now you can break my heart, and I will love you just the same

I can see it through your eyes,

Your fingers crossed by your side

But I need your little shiny lies



You promised the world and opened up your door

And the words you fed me left me wanting more

And now I’m left here locked out looking for a key to score

I can see it through your eyes,

Your fingers crossed by your side

But I need your little shiny lies



Fools gold shining

Fools gold shining

Fools gold shining

Fools gold shining



You can break my heart and I will want you just the same

I can see it through your eyes

Your fingers crossed by your side

But I need your little shiny lies



You can break my heart and I will love you just the same

I can see through your eyes

Your fingers crossed by your side

But I need your little shiny lies."

Tengo que probar a hacerlo. Encerrarme en casa una semana. Desconectar el móvil. Descolgar el teléfono y apagar el ordenador. No ir al trabajo... Nadie, absolutamente nadie se daría cuenta de mi ausencia ni me echaría de menos.