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Introducción:
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I see the passionate who killed themselves with drink
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Or drugs or speeding cars in order not to think
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They must have felt like there just nothing was to do
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Oh why hast thou murdered those who see the most in search of a true thrill or clue
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There's something wrong here where the best ones want to go
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Parker, Lautreamont, Monroe they held it just to throw
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The world away who were its grace before they left
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To choose to have a point of view oblivious that leaves the rest of us bereft
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There I see the piercing eyes that look through all until they see their back
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There where any thought will think about itself and that's the only fact
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There a man has left just death, delerium, and drugs, or feel the lack
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The air is cool today the time is drawing near
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My walls are white and so's my brain afloat in self-made fear
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A banal feeling of the sort "I ain't insane"
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No fate worse than to never leave yourself and it's as well the most repulsive pain
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The air is cool today that whistles through my ribs
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My skull is full of sand that dribbles down upon my bib
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I call out "Baby" but her face looks like a clock
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Tick tock, alive, triumphant victims so surprised we can't recover from the shock
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Me, I like a joke as much as anybody else but some are rough
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Yeah when the joke's on you though you're the joker too you've had enough
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Then though there is no one there, because there's nothing there, you call your bluff