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es una nosense
My mother is a tailor,
She sews those new blue jeans,
my husbend he's a gambling man,
drinks down in New Orleans.
My husbend in a gambler,
He goes from town to town,
The only time, he's satisfied, is when
He drinks his liquor down,
his liquor down!
en los despistados susurros que se cruzan a veces entre tormenta y tormenta... solo buscamos culpables, solo culpabilizamos a ajenos, solo sabemos de dolor y guerras, no buceamos en el fondo del mis-acorde
en captura y desafinar luminoso, quebrantando las luces y sombras....
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