...y de fondo:
Friends - Ryan Adams
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"These things inside me they repeat like broken records
Spinnin pretty somethings behind my eyes
And when I can’t look at you
I can paint your picture perfectly in my mind
And when I get old, I’m gonna miss you all the time
That wind up in the trees
Scattering bluebirds all over the place
Shuffling children in the piles of leaves
I wish I was the wind I’d touch your face
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you’re good to me
Makes me blue because someday it’s gonna end
And when we pass on, I bet you miss your friends"
Ryan Adams