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That bad luck and back to rain
clouds my mind smoke coffee.
And once again walking over wet
while the rain has erased my steps.

I still looking to the ground like yesterday
I do not know very well that but I've lost something
what is certain is that is not here
maybe tomorrow it continue looking.

And with each step I make something I'm leaving
with each step I is the longest tunnel
with each step I find I become
ghosts of the past that I am asked:
What are you doing here? Do what you are looking for?.

The time is followed by another time
not because it might be something you
but the truth is that it is not
and if once I knew what, I forgot.

And with each step I make something I'm leaving
with each step I is the longest tunnel
with each step I find I become
ghosts of the past that I am asked:
What are you doing here? Do what you are looking for?.

Today once again be lost in the asphalt
while the rain has erased my steps
Today I return to walk on wet
and I do not know that but I've lost something
and I do not know that but I've lost something.

And with each step I make something I'm leaving
with each step I is the longest tunnel
with each step I find I become
ghosts of the past that I am asked:
What are you doing here? Do what you are looking for?.

La Quinta Estación (5ª)