| They say that everything falls,
When it has to fall
Why are still standing?
And now muérdete language,
Black hangs you,
As if they were dogs,
Seeking ways to enter…
No, no, no, no
Oh, oh, oh… wounds are clean
Oh, oh, oh… nothing lamer
Oh, oh, oh… so ándate
Muérdete language,
Black hangs you,
As if they were dogs,
Seeking ways,
No hunting ways to enter,
Do not do more…
And only these persiguiéndote tail
And only such a problem creándome
And I do not want more of your company, not more.
Oh, oh, oh… wounds are clean
Oh, oh, oh… nothing lamer
Oh, oh, oh… so duh, duh, ándate
Oh, oh, oh… wounds are clean
Oh, oh, oh… nothing lamer
Oh, oh, oh… so ándate
Muerdete language,
Black hangs you,
As if dogs were,
Seeking ways,
No hunting ways to enter,
Do not do more, more, more…
And muérdete language…
Muérdete language… Oh! |
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