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I got into a subway bag and I haven't been able to get out of here.
I've been living here underground for more than three or four months,
in the subway.
Zocalo, Hidalgo, Chabacano, I have crossed a million times
I have wanted to go out the door but there is always someone who pushes
in.
And when at night I think of you, I know that you remember my
but since I'm stuck in this bag, I don't know if I'll get out again...
tururu.....
Like pills, popsicles, chocolates, chewing gum and life preservers, I already have < br/>six sets of needles, eight cutters and lighters (I have plenty)
I think my hair has already grown with the beard and wrinkles
I don't know when it's day or night, I don't know I've been here for a hundred years.
And when I think of you at night, I know that you remember me
but here trapped in this bag, I don't know if I'll get out again
and There are times when I start to miss you and it makes me want to cry,
because I can't remember your face and I don't know if I will kiss you again
tururu.....
tururu... ..
tururu.....