.Sentado en medio de un sucio bar
Con tiempo para reflexionar cansado de esperar
Hoy voy a cortar hasta el hueso y más
Latas vacÃas pero dónde está el que nos guÃa
Que abra los cabildos que invadan la ciudad
Los portadores sanos del amor, oh no
Tira, tira, tira .
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