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Prine John Far From Me

But it's far, far from me Well, I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt And Cathy was closing the lights A June bug flew from the warmth he once

Traducció: Prin, John. Lluny de mi.

But it's far, far from me Well, I leaned on my left leg in the parking lot dirt And Cathy was closing the lights A June bug flew from the warmth he