Aquí la gráfica:
Como vemos crecen las desigualdades entre días, esta semana me "gusta" especialmente porque creo que podría definirse así la historia de Black and White, siempre empieza llena de posibilidades, ganas, no con un 10, tampoco aspiramos a eso, ahora aspiramos al 5, somos incapaces de ver más del 6, pero nos gusta subir un peldaño, pero justo cuando creemos que van a cambiar las cosas viene el gran descenso en picado.
Ahora la canción, mis dotes de compositora han mejorado, eso es cierto:
There is a prom in next weeks
they call the rising mad
and it's been the ruin of me and White boy
and god i know i'm done
My power was a failure
it was useless like a bean
my faith is in pieces, man
down in new orleans
Now the only thing a girl like me needs
is a suitcase and trunk
and run faster than the light
but she’ll never get a trip
Oh Karma tell your children
not to do what i dont deserve
I spent my live in sin and misery
and the prom of the rising mad
Well, i got one foot on the platform
the other foot on the plain
in the end i’m back to new orleans
to wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a prom in next weeks
they call the rising mad
and it's been the ruin of me and White boy
and god i know i'm done…
they call the rising mad
and it's been the ruin of me and White boy
and god i know i'm done
My power was a failure
it was useless like a bean
my faith is in pieces, man
down in new orleans
Now the only thing a girl like me needs
is a suitcase and trunk
and run faster than the light
but she’ll never get a trip
Oh Karma tell your children
not to do what i dont deserve
I spent my live in sin and misery
and the prom of the rising mad
Well, i got one foot on the platform
the other foot on the plain
in the end i’m back to new orleans
to wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a prom in next weeks
they call the rising mad
and it's been the ruin of me and White boy
and god i know i'm done…

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