Upon the shore
Among the smiles and the laughs of a demented wave
There is a swine, a divided swine
You would like it if only you could hold onto
If only you would share with us
Your perfect failure
Upon the shore
Underneath your fears
There is a lady, and a wretched man
With the meaning that they throw outside
I could make a ring of non-sense that would sing all night
Calling us for nothing
Just the perfect end in the beginning of someone else´s life
Beware
Cause they´re reaching for something
Beware
Cause your past is nothing but a spellbound
Perdón, llegué por accidente, estaba hablando con mi amiga cuando un mosquito se ha detenido en la pantalla de mi teléfono móvil, echaré un vistazo a tu blog, [el mosquito ha muerto, lo he chafao]
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