Páez Fito
City of Poor Hearts
To the Stones of Bethlehem
They told me to shut up
That there is not much else to see
I they told me to leave br/>When they were about to fuck
Let them spit in your face
May it hurt you more today than yesterday
Let them suck you in bed
Let them teach you to lose
I don't want to wake up paranoid anymore
In the middle of the night
I don't want to be caught this time
Not this time
In the light of the stars< br/>To the stones of Bethlehem
To Gioconda's tits
To the multiples of three
I am heading towards that point
Where there is something and at the same time
Nothing exists
I wonder what else I can do
No, no, no.

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