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precious de depeche mode

així com l'a ny dos mil cinc va ser presidit pel vertido d' U2 amb efectes literals sembla que, malgrat canviïn els mobiliaris precious sonarà a tot arreu, i sinó a la meva ment...

Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?

We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you

If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two

Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give

i un joc: a la primera hora del dos mil sis , a dit i tancant els ulls vaig deixar anar l'ungla a l'atzar, pendulant cap a la primera frase per veure cap a on m' encaminava la lletra( superstició tonta causada pel lambrusco i sense precedents) i sortí:

" I de rebot, manco llibertat "