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Lletres: Catch 22. Keasbey Nights. Dear Sergio.

Run, run, run, all you do is fucking run
But you'll never run away from yourself
I know it's hard but you've been there before
And you know I'm gonna be there again

I don't care what the stars may say
Because they always feed their bullshit to me
It's kind of sad how you lost what you had
And you're never gonna have it again

And so I say, "Hey Sergio
It's getting kind of hot in here"
And so I say, "Hey Sergio"
It's getting kind of hot in here"
I said, "Hey"

Every other day you don't care what they say
'Cause they always leave you two steps behind
You try to smile and it lasts for a while
But they always send you back to the start

Eenie, meenie, miney, mo
They shoot down everyone you know
And then they leave you there all alone
You wish they'd stop but they never give up
And you know deep inside that you're stuck

And so I say, "Hey Sergio
It's getting kind of hot in here"
And so I say, "Hey Sergio"
It's getting kind of hot in here"
I said, "Hey"

"Hey Sergio
It's getting kind of hot in here"
And I said, "Hey Sergio
It's getting kind of hot in here"
I said, "Hey"