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Shut up, sleep, think
There is still a long way to go
The road is tense
And it rains without stopping
Curves, bumps, bars
Dead dogs without collars
And the music that you
You have brought to remember
That girl, God knows
Where will it be?
I spend my life
Marking nine one
Changing food
With my clothes smelling like pampering
And you will be
Asleep, in your room full of photos
And I playing my game
With torn pants
Trying to make my voice last until the end
And we will play
Suffer suckling
And already in the dressing room
Drink water and relax
The towel stolen from a hotel
And the autographs you give
That you don't know its value
You give them, why not give them?
And you would like to leave now
Your back hurts
You look in a mirror
And you see sweat and whiskey and water
And while you
You are at home, where time
It doesn't happen
And I can't stop thinking about you
I dream of the streets of Madrid
And the technicians collect
Everyone has already left
There are no more illusions
Only boxes to carry
And a truck is waiting
To take you somewhere else
Where we will play
Suffer, you bastard, give me back my girl.
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