| He was a very Siamese cat, they called him Bala
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| Urbanite, lazy and courteous. |
| And a gala necklace
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| One fine day he decided to walk
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| He left his neighborhood and it took him a year to return
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| He had the formal girlfriend cat, a white angora
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| She asked for a hug and forgiveness. |
| She was so angry...
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| "Son of a Pekingese, tell me where you've been
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| You had me here at your feet»
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| «I was in London, Buenos Aires, Mexico
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| I bathed in the Seine, and yes, I come back with the conclusion:
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| In all those skies our full moon shines the same
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| And you are still the best.
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| "Until you change, ours will be science fiction
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| Until you change, I won't let you pass, not today
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| Stop looking at me, I don't know how you do it, for God's sake
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| But you move well, I will recognize it.»
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| «In wide avenues I looked for your feline shadow
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| I thought I saw you on every shoulder or inside vans.»
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| Bala said, "That's alright, enough of the scratching!
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| I am still here at your feet.”
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| In London, Buenos Aires, Mexico
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| Every sorrow and affliction can be cured by dancing
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| Tango, a ranchera or a charleston
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| Everything is forgotten dancing
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| It's like being reborn
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| "Until you change, ours will be science fiction
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| Until you change, I won't let you pass, not today
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| Stop looking at me, I don't know how you do it, for God's sake
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| But you move well, I will recognize it.»
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| There in the middle of a roof, in a procession until dawn
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| She turned it inside out
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| And a fishbone was Mr. Centipede's keyboard
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| she has fallen again
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| "It doesn't matter if you don't change, we are destined, you and me." |