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Fuga Sem

Here's the thing we started off friends It was cool but it was all pretend Yeah yeah Since you've been gone You dedicated you took the time Wasn't long

I've got a hole in my heart and I made it just for you I've got something up my sleeve I wanna show you It's my life's work of tragedy and turbulence

Uh, camo shorts and bubba kush Yeah, we can talk, she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Man, damn, where is the fuckin' trust? I'm tired

Standing at the station Waitin' for the train No money for a BLT Can't afford the plane Sat me down in a smoker Rolled me up a jay Time is up, runnin

Messing with the big Texas Hold 'Em Fools think I'm rich now, I'm always on the road and I no longer play this as much, think I lost touch What's the

Once, long ago Was a man, who made a TV show Spent, all his savings Every penny, so that we would know But, this poor man Had few fans, and his boss

Here I sit in prison Guilty of a crime Yes it's true I killed a man But it was justified Yes he was a friend of mine He came into my home Made off with

As I Reflect Moments of inner melancholia I turn to you in memory Symbolic visions in the withered wind Have all but flown away Distress signals from

Por la manana llegas a la fabrica oscura y fria La maquina esta parada triste desprende ruina Del despacho baja el amo, dice: "Hijos mios, no hay trabajo