Talking Props - Cruz del Sur

My throat's dry, sweat on my hands
I haven't told you this but I
Told many lies til' today
Where are my stories to tell?
My black eye, my knuckles bruised
I haven't seen many before
Haven't seen much til' today
Which were my stories to tell?

You'll never find time to talk about it
Turning up the radio to avoid it
Haven't hear about you since the last time
We talked about this in the morning
You'll never find time to walk around it
Running down the turnstyles to avoid it
Haven't heard this song since the last time
We sang all aloud in the morning

I hang high, then I get low
Youll never catch me on the go
There are some stories I tell
But most I keep to myself

I've been there
I'm sure that I've heard
Something whisper things in my head
There are some things I can tell
But most I keep to msyelf

Sorry but I didn't hear you cause the radio
Sorry but I didn't hear you cause the radio

You'll never find time to talk about it
Turning up the radio to avoid it
Haven't hear about you since the last time
We talked about this in the morning
You'll never find time to walk around it
Running down the turnstyles to avoid it
Haven't heard this song since the last time
We sang all aloud in the morning

Written by:
Gaston Montes

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