Garbage - Special

La canción de esta semana no es sino un capricho de la madrugada, la consecuencia de no haber dormido en ya casi 24 horas, los nervios que provocan 6 tazas de café y la tensión de una entrega de proyecto... todo eso junto y explotando como si hirviera dentro de mi. Estoy como olla express.
Es una canción que me remonta a mi época de preparatoria, la banda: Garbage, la rola: Special. Estuve buscando un buen rato una versión bastante lenta y sensualona que escuché hace unos días en un bar; no es un cover porque la voz era la misma de Shirley Manson, sin embargo, no tuve éxito, si alguien sabe dónde puedo conseguir esta exquisita rareza no dude en dejarme un comment con el dato [se lo agradeceré infinitamente].
La letra es algo que me han dado ganas de gritar en más de una ocasión, creo que el sentimiento que refleja la canción ha estado en mi por semanas, esa certeza de poder vivir sin ti, de saberte especial pero de saber también... que da lo mismo porque ya no hay forma de estar juntos. Voy a catártela a gritos en este momento:

I'm living without you
I know all about you
I have run you down into the ground
Spread disease about you over town

I used to adore you
I couldn't control you
There was nothing that I wouldn't do
To keep myself around and close to you

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?
I thought you were special
I thought you should know
But I've run out of patience
I couldn't care less

I...
I...

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?
I thought you were special
I thought you should know

I used to amuse you
I knew that I'd lose you
Now you're here and begging for a chance
There's no way in hell I'd take it back

Do you have an opinion?
A mind of your own?
I thought you were special
I thought you should know
But I've run out of patience
I've run out of comments
I'm tired of the violence
I couldn't care less

I'm looking for a new
I'm looking for a new
I'm looking for a new
I'm looking for a new

We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town
We were the talk of the town

I thought you were special
I thought you were special
I thought you were special
I thought you were special...

Y, mientras sigo moviéndome y con el coraje de que yo sienta lo que tu nunca sabrás... pongo la música para compartirla con quienes me leen:

y pues si... pensé que sabías que eras especial.