And yet I find...
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
Oooh...Oooh...
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
me saco el sombrero...
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y la letra... ni hablar..
Si, Dieguito... Señor Tema. A mi me vuela la cabeza, entre tantos otros de ésta banda.
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