.Creo que ya es tiempo
De ir con el psiquiatra.
Lo dijeron en casa
Y me trajeron casi a rastras.
Pues cuando llego de noche
Y me quieren hacer un reproche
No oigo nada, no oigo nada,
Y corro a la ventana,
Pero del quinto piso
El que alta se mata.
Me pongo viole.
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