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Si
02:07
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Baby, my pants are broken
my soul is nothing
if you keep to see me through
cause maybe,
i'm not that man
i'm just upset by the way
you didn't try to kiss me back
really? we're going over this?
standing in somebody knees does not feel
as good as your blood red lips
cause your head is flying somewhere
you never listen to me
you just respond with your mystic "si"
sugar, i really don't want more
i've had enough with you to bake a cake
really? we're going over this?
standing in somebody knees does not feel
as good as your blood red lips
or maybe it is...
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Babies
02:11
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year is long and it has it changes
i've seen the autumn leaves take fly
if you know me that well maybe you could
take care of me tonight
summer's gone and your mood is changing
but it could work right this time
cause your hair has technicolor technique like the old movies
you watch
have we spoken about how glasses break the instant you let them fall?
i didn't want to provoke your senses is that i can't control my own
but if you ever say "hey boy, you're the only thing that lasts"
i'm sure i can come back from exile and meet you on the old train tracks
and make babies
and make babies
with our babies
on our babies
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There's a few things i've got to say from the moment you introduced youself
i've running wildly, through the narrow borders of your accent
and you can pay those two, or you can pay the next ten
there's something strange with you from the way you turn your head
but if you dance i will know that your voice hits on the right spot
but if you dance i will know that your voice hits on the right spot
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4. |
Locuras, la roqueria
01:22
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me quede en la playa mirando las olas
porque nunca supe dominarlas
tantos veranos en la costa
como tantas partidas en el daytona
por la peatonal fui pateando latas
me meti en una roqueria chama
habia mochilas de v8
pero vos comrpabas pines de nirvana
puede que el año que viene no vayas a la playa
y yo, pase el invierno pensando en tu cara
y me aprenda los acordes de tus bandas
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Bottles
01:50
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you asked me what do you want and the answer is obvious
I've should have held you tight when i could control you
now there's a mix bag of emotions
memories of joy and the skin in slow motion
homeless food and wine bottles at half
starring at the wall to avoid more distraction
our fingers must have crossed in a second of boredom
now there's a mix bag of emotions
memories of joy and the skin in slow motion
homeless food and wine bottles at half (x2)
Days as always fast
some people i don't like at all
parties no one goes
just to be near... with you
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Pablo Neptuno Ciudad Autónoma De Buenos Aires, Argentina
no se aprovechar el tiempo de estudio
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artista de CGR Discos
tour manager de fat dojo
amigo de asparagus
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