Sheepskin Tearaway.

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Hoy os dejaré un cantante londinense, que quizás pocos conoceréis, pero en cuanto lo escuchéis os atrapara sus letras. Pete Doherty es caracterizado por sus metáforas y su profundidad.

She opened her heart to a tearaway, sheepskin tearaway.
He was covered in scars and full of heroin.
Everyone said from the start
not one single thing could ever be okay...
She didn't listen anyway.

She just opened her heart, threw her cares away.
At night they held on so tight in the dark,
he brushed her hair away.
She heard him say,

"all my life I've been fighting
and making the best
of and with a very bad lot,
a very bad lot,a very... very bad lot indeed".

Oh, your fighting got you nowhere
If nowhere's here with you, all I'm asking.
And you could fight forever,
but if you killed them all, you'd never will.

So, give me your surrender,
There are other ways to kill a prey.
But then it would never mend you
It's like trying to dry your eyes in a pouring rain.

She opened her heart to a tearaway, a sheepskin tearaway.
All covered in scars and full of heroin.

Tearaway, sheepskin tearaway,
Sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep, sheep
Sheepskin tearaway.