One two three four
I will give my mouth and pencil to the voice in my room
You talk to me about love and what I know
You talk to me about resentment, I lower it if I look at it with another br/>I start as always with a vat in the glass
An idea in my head the wounds are just passing through
Warito that there is something useful in the same caliber
Suckin' I have my heart in the open air
br/>Turn off the cell phone, I don't want any disturbances
If I call someone it's to go to shady places
One vat and I'm done with several
We missed the centenary in a couple of brahvas
The darkness of the street is the only thing I look at
And look how I shine even though I am badly injured

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