.Tú me dijiste que la mañana
Se compraba con un beso
Y que la guerra estaba en venta
Y que la paz tenÃa su precio
Que la polÃtica se viste
De oro, plata y lino fino, woy-oh-oy
Y lo que sale de la boca
Paga impuesto en el oÃdo
Que cada dÃa es más angost.
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