Estoy nostálgico.
There is a hole in my soul. I can't fill it.
Será el otoño?.
There is a hole in my soul, can you fill it?.
Puede ser que sea el olor a castañas?.
You have always worn your flaws upon your sleeve
Caida de hojas?
And I have always buried them deep beneath the ground
Colores marrones?
Bastille - Flaws.
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