This town used to be a pretty place to stay. But all these things changed on the day you paked all your bags and you runaway. All they say is how you changed. Every day I stay the same. I count the empty bottles upon the bar, but I give up, I can't count than far. They tell me you are all I have, I just need this dreams to stop. R.I.P you and me. I the back of the car, in the way to your home, in the pouring rain, on the side of the road, I can see it from the other side, the grass isn't always as green, the house is burned to ashes, I'm not longer in between.
Hola le di un filete y rosas a tu zorro (?)
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