(Charly García)
Something strange was happening to me at the hotel
I was alone
As alone as a man must sometimes be.
I knew that home, my home
I was far, far, far from everything
And it was almost time to go up again to play.
And maybe
I didn't feel like seeing you,
To be with you,
br/>And I was left
Alone in my room
Reading about a bird
That flies and does not die.

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