Mikeladas

Now and then I think of when we were together

Like when you said you felt so happy you could die

I told myself that you were right for me

But felt so lonely in your company

But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember

You can get addicted to a certain kinda sadness

Like resignation to the end, always the end

So when we found that we could not make sense

Well you said that we would still be friends

But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over

But you didn’t have to cut me off

Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing

I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger

And that feels so roughNo, you didn’t have to stoop so low

Have your friends collect your records

And then change your number

Guess that I don’t need that though

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over

But had me believin it was always something that I’d done

But I don’t wanna live that way

Reading into every word you say

You said that you could let it go

And I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know-oh-oh

But you didn’t have cut me off

Make it like it never happened and that we were nothing

I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a strangerand that feels so rough

No, you didn’t have to stoop so low

Have your friends collect you records

And then change your number

Guess that I don’t need that though

Now you’re just somebody that I used to know

Somebody that I used to know

Somebody

That I used to knowSomebody, that I used to know

Somebody

That I used to knowI used to know

That I used to knowI used to know 

Somebody

Imprime, deprime 

luego te invita al cine 

sabe consolar 

sabe serte fiel 

te cambiará la piel. 

Aguanta el tipo, puede hacerte rico 

y hay quien lo encuentra muy normal…. 

pero le sienta….fatal. 

Decide, coincide 

al que le dan no pide, 

es eventual 

pero te da igual, 

todas las mañanas te has de levantar. 

Aguanta el tipo, son sesenta y cinco, 

y hay quien lo encuentra muy normal…. 

pero le sienta….. fatal. 

Oprime, suprime 

no hay dios que se le arrime, 

si le das de lao 

ya te la has buscao, 

acabas desquiciao. 

Aguanta el tipo, mañana es domingo 

y hay quien lo encuentra muy normal 

pero le sienta a uno fatal.

I´m in love!

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