Lama no me deja tener moto.
He soñado que mi reflejo en el espejo trataba de asesinarme, y yo le decía a Aiti "Aiti, pero tú no lo ves? Qué bien, ya tengo alucinaciones, no es raro, tarde o temprano iba a perder la cabeza"
Por fin se acaba el año del puto Quijote de los cojones.
He tenido un día duro.
La canción del mes, amigos.
So hard finding inspiration
I knew you'd find me crying
Tell those girls with rifles for minds
That their jokes don't make me laugh
They only make me feel like dying
In an unguarded moment
So long, long between mirages
I knew you'd find me drinking
Tell those men with horses for hearts
That their jibes don't make me bleed
They only make me feel like shrinking
In an unguarded moment
So deep, deep without a meaning
I knew you'd find me leaving
Tell those friends with cameras for eyes
That their hands don't make me hang
They only make me feel like breathing
In an unguarded moment
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