The End of the World did not spend the night here,
he crossed without wanting to stay.
The cheers have gone to sleep
and the hosts order taxis.
Journalists try to broadcast,
they look for eyewitnesses.
The band confessed
that many track y bit dance.
They are gone, there is no one;
Not the sheriff, not the mayor.
They left, there is no one.
And the orchestra without charging.
Nothing fits into place.
Daylight is a hostile line
enter the boarding houses and ask for yourself.
You took the solution
and I was left wondering.
They are gone, there is no one;
neither the sheriff nor the mayor.
There were vacancies
and collars unpaid.
Nothing fits into place.
The music, the music, the music somewhere else.
I have the sensation
of tap dancing on your wire.
They are gone, there is no one;
Not the sheriff, not the mayor.
They left, there is no one.
And the orchestra without charging
Everything falls into place.
Everything falls into place.

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