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I am that Sad
Joyful
that he put love in your hands
and you repaid him with penalties...
My oblivion is halfway through Chile
and when I remember you
I begin the drunkenness. ..
You think I'm going to beg you
I just want to forget you
stepping on motherfuckers...
I am that Sad
Happy with music in the street and even if you're dying of desire
you've had a hard time with me
I'm a lucky guy
and you're just any old woman
where I cry for you they give you comfort
there's plenty of pisto and plenty old...
(And my friend May EcheverrÃa loves it
pure Caliber 50 old, juy)
My oblivion is in the middle of Chile
and when I remember you
I start the drunkenness...
You think I'm going to beg you
I just want to forget you
stomping on mother's cans...
I am that Sad
Happy with music in the street and even if you're dying of desire
you've had a hard time with me
I'm a lucky guy
and you're just any old woman
where I cry for you they give you comfort
there's plenty of pisto and plenty old...