Hoy se celebran elecciones parlamentarias en Venezuela. ¡Que tengáis mucha suerte, amigos!
There were too many years
under spells awry
As the fortune appears
it begins to die
So i´ve come here to wait
for the end of it all
till i´m gone from here
i´m gone from here
Children of the ground
are making warring sounds
for those outside
with no care for time
they´re full of love for the life
Mother calling out
to bring the end around
we weren´t quite done
She blames it on the sun
We´re raised in a town
where they jump on your back and sing
leave an imprint on your shoulder blades
Wanna walk away
we´re not all the same in this town
We raised in a town
where they jump on your back like children
and they leave you none
they will leave you none
And we´re all undone in this town
we´re all undone in this town.
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