| It's over
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| Hate gnawed at my reason
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| With my time I am committed
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| And love flew off the balcony
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| Where I had no enemies
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| And now I'm at war with myself around
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| I don't need any reason;
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| And I am a master of contradiction
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| And an expert in breaking the forbidden
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| And that's why the kids already approach me
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| i try to be happy
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| And since then they haven't let me out of this jail
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| I have nowhere to run
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| I'm going to make a butrón
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| stick your head out
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| I'm still a prisoner
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| But now the wind rushes around
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| For my sins, I'm still imprisoned
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| Meat and bone
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| The world is starving around
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| You and me, total, flesh and bone
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| For money, the cops, oh, they go after me
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| i try to be happy
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| And doomed, to the roofs, I have moved to live
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| for disobeying
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| To see the sun rise
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| for sticking your head out
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| I'm still a prisoner
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| But now the wind rushes around
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| For my sins, I'm still imprisoned
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| Meat and bone
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| The world is starving around
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| You and me, total, flesh and bone
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| I need to know
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| Tell me your name
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| where does the sun come from
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| And what is he hiding from?
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| I need to know
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| Tell me your name
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| where does the sun come from
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| And what is he hiding from?
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| (I need to know)
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| If I look around, I can't understand, I'm lazy
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| (Tell me your name)
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| If there is a step to stumble, I go headlong
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| (Where does the sun come from)
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| You and me in the room for Love to come back; |
| nature
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| (And what is he hiding from)
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| There is a television in the middle of the living room. |
| I'm not interested
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| Come to the shade, love, I'll wait for you;
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| That I have the heart here with good ice
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| Come to the shade, come, love, I'm waiting for you;
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| That I already have the cherry blossom inside my body
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| My house has fallen since he left
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| And now I'm just waiting for the demolition
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| And I lost track of the axis of the room
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| And I'm continually crooked
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| And now I only think about her
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| And I don't find reasons
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| When his memory sticks between my eyebrows
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| I dream of melons on the table
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| Looking for my destiny
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| living on deferred
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| Without being, or hearing, or giving
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| And reverse charge
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| I'd like to talk with you
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| and so tune in
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| I dream that another song begins;
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| I live in the echo of his voice from him, entertained
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| I follow the trail of your scent
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| Who whispers to me: "Let's go, come with me"
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| There is a desert, there is a garden
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| full of paper flowers
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| Thought
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| That the dawn would be cold
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| You were wrong again:
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| burned
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| Summer came and ravaged the spring
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| And the sun suffocates in your garden
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| And the little birds fall off the fig tree
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| They no longer sing for me
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| I opened my eyes to see;
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| With destiny I met
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| of face
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| I have everything half done
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| I was wondering if maybe…
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| morning
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| I need to know
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| Tell me your name
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| Where does the sun come from
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| And what is he hiding from?
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| I need to know
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| Tell me your name
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| Where does the sun come from
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| And what is he hiding from?
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| Come to the shade, love, I'll wait for you;
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| (Tell me your name)
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| That I have the heart here with good ice
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| (Where does the Sun come from)
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| Come to the shade, come, love, I'm waiting for you;
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| (And what is he hiding from)
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| That I already have the cherry blossom inside my body
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| (I need to know)
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| (Come to the shade, love, I'll wait for you;)
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| If I look around, I can't understand, I'm lazy
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| (Tell me your name)
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| (That I have the heart here with good ice)
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| If there is a step to stumble, I go headlong
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| (Where does the Sun come from)
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| (Come to the shade, come, love, I'm waiting for you;)
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| You and me in the room, for Love to come back: squirting
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| (And what is he hiding from)
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| (That I already have the cherry blossom inside my body)
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| The good education of television does not interest me |