Letra de Rosie

[Verse 1]
You look at me
Like we've both come to terms with you dying and we're dying for a little sympathy
Oh, some sympathy
[Verse 2]
You talk to God
Curse his symmetry
Your birth and your cells' malignancy
[Chorus]
And oh you're talking, oh you're talking. I'm glad he talks to you
Though he never did say much to me
And oh you're talking, oh you're talking. I'm glad he talks to you
Though he never did say much to me
And oh you're talking, oh you're talking. I'm glad he talks to you
Though he never did say much to me
And oh you're talking, oh you're talking. I'm glad he talks to you
Though he never did say much to me
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