.Yo era un tipo más bien solitario
Acostumbrado a caminar con prisas
Mirándome tan sólo los zapatos
Sorteando trampas que la vida
Viste de amor a nuestro paso
Tardé en echar en falta a los vecinos
Al fin y al cabo hablábamos tan poco
Eran extraños además el sonido
Sa.
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