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Se llama "Out Loud", la canta Dispatch y esta re-güena (licencia lirica a Annel por esta aportacion cultural a mi serie de dignas palabras).

Out Loud


Would you be the wind
To blow me home?
Would you be a dream
On the wings of a poem?
And if we were walking through a crowd,
Well you know I’d be proud
If you’d call my name out loud
If you’d call my name out loud
Do you suppose that I would come running?
Do you supposed I’d come at all?
I suppose I would…
And if we were walkin down a dead-end street
Would you be the one to let our eyes meet
Or would you just keep on walking down to the turnaround?
Cause you know I'd be proud
If you’d call my name out loud
If you’d call my name out loud
Do you suppose that I would come running?
Do you suppose I’d come at all?
I suppose I would…
And If I was gone
From the land we know
Would you be the dawn
let your beauty still show?
And if you were walking,
heard the cold night coming,
Would you call my name,
Cause you know I'd come running
If you’d call my name out loud
If you’d call my name out loud
Do you suppose that I would come running?
Do you suppose I’d come at all?
You know I would… (x4)
I’d come running… (x2)
If you’d call my name out loud