Soda Stereo
Stereo Dream
Plant
Sap, sap through my body
like gold from Acapulco
I'm getting ready
I don't know what's wrong with me
and I can't go back
so much going around the bush
now I'm going through the wounds
it wasn't enough
and I'm depressed
and I can't go back
my vegetable voice
today I need to have my feet tied
in the air I know that I am nothing more than less
than what I could be
I resist facing another game of chance
in the air the longing of my voice reverberates
my vegetable vegetable voice
vegetable love.

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