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Canallas

Ni se paga con dinero ni se vende libertad ganas me dan de hartarme de reir. Que animal no me extrana que te sientas infeliz. Ser el rey del hormiguero

: Aprender a reirse torvamente, a mirar de reojo en los bautizos, a negar el asiento a las senoras, a orinar dibujando circulitos. Aprender a fruncir

Aprender a reirse torvamente, a mirar de reojo en los bautizos, a negar el asiento a las senoras, a orinar dibujando circulitos. Aprender a fruncir el

perdido fuiste cobarde y la gente lo sabe, ya nunca jamas seremos amigos Eres un canalla tu no eres mi amigo eres un cobarde pero tu que te has creido Eres un canalla

It wasn't the rain that washed away Rinsed out the colors of your eyes Putting the gun down on the bedside table I must have realized It wasn't the rain

Maybe you were joking When you said that you were walking out on me Maybe, maybe Maybe I was joking When I said that I was running out on you Maybe,

Was that somebody screaming it wasn't me for sure I lift my head up from uneasy pillows, put my feet on the floor Cut my wrist on a bad thought and head

He came from where the winds are cold Truth is seen through keyholes Strange longings never sleep Now he's come where no hearts beat Time to worry Cry

We sit and watch umbrellas fly I'm trying to keep my newspaper dry I hear myself say "My boat's leaving now" So we shake hands and cry Now I must wave