They say it's a dream that ends without thinking about being awake or something sane, without your body you go while you get lost... so funky, sexy, you go like a UFO, while you take more you become a victim, of your own trap, a trap that dopes, recycles, oxidizes, ends, culminates your damn life of misfortune, which continues />firm in this world, leaving for a
second wouldn't even be so bad...
That just for a needle you leave everything
and leave doubts about who you are, if
you are a walking life, there is a life... a... funkin that does not speak of this truth, in the head add this,
it is what I know, what is seen, none
reason interferes in my being, it is what I sing that does not expire, it no longer breathes, it continues, it stretches, it does not let it be, it is your way of being... .

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