—————————————————- “Ya se va para los cielos ese querido angelito a rogar por sus abuelos por sus padres y hermanitos cuando se muere la carne el alma busca su sitio dentro de una amapola o dentro de un pajarito.
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“I don’t mind the sound of a voice, of your voice when you use it like your gun so much fun, fire your gun
“Swimming, I wish I was swimming I wish I was swimming I wish I was I wish, a wish, a wish, I was
“You were a phonograph, I was a kid I sat with an ear close, just listening I was there when the rain tapped her way down you face you were a miracle I was just holdin’ your space