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¿Cuál es el crimen clásico, o en inglés The Classic Crime? La historia se llena de héroes que hicieron su último sacrificio y mártires que murieron por su causa. Si sus acciones fueron vistas como “crímenes” en sus días era irrelevante. De ésos el luchar contra la injusticia con los que estaban locos o no se ajustaban del todo, muriendo por su creencia o su arte, ese es el crimen clásico.
Concuerda, entonces, que The Classic Crime (la banda) que viene del noroeste pacífico
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Otras canciones:
- Coldest Heart
- Seatle
- The Precipice
- A Perfect Voice
- Abracadavers
- Albatross
- Beautiful Darkside
- Black And White
- Broken Mess
- City Of Orphans
- Closer Than We Think
- Dead Rose
- Different Now
- Drink In My Hand
- Everything
- Everything And Nothing
- Far From Home
- Fight
- Four Chords
- Glass Houses
- Headlights
- Heaven And Hell
- Holy Water
- I Know The Feeling
- More
- My Name
- Not Done With You Yet
- Salt In The Snow
- Say The Word
- Seattle
- Selfish
- Sing
- Solar Powered Life
- The Beginning
- The Happy Nihilist
- The Test
- The Way That You Are
- Vagabonds
- Wake Up Shipwreck
- Walk With Me
- We All Look Elsewhere
- What Id Give Up
- Where Did You Go
- Who Needs Air
- You And Me Both
- Young Again
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
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I wish I could play the violin
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Id play til tears rolled down your cheek and chin
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And if you sang along
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We could write the saddest song
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Sometimes I indulge my every whim
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And piece-by-piece I build the cell Im in
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But I only stay here long
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enough to write the saddest song
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I dreamt I stood on a hill that I wished was a mountain
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To look back on all my accomplishments
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Well they must have been small because I couldnt seem to find them
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so I took a leap off of the precipice
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I wish I could play piano well
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Id hit the keys that make your spirit swell
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And if you sang along
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We could write the saddest song
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I dreamt I stood on a hill that I wished was a mountain
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To look back on all my accomplishments
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Well they must have been small because I couldnt seem to find them
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so I took a leap off of the precipice
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Whatever the cost
Whether it works out or not
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Whatever the cost
Whether it works out or not
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Ill follow you
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Ill follow you with my heart
The Cog Is Dead
The Color Fred
The Commodores
The Common Linne (...)
The Congos