Here I'm with a new song, isn't mine, but it's my own version of this song that I really like from "Las pastillas del abuelo", an Argentine band ✌

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your stomach clenched

You put all four wheels to the handle

And you didn't know how to stop

The light of your moon went out

You didn't know how to bank that tango

And the lady in black wanted to protect you

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Why did you decide to take that shortcut to hell

Where everything is grayer, where everything is winter?

And you couldn't tell her no

To that line that separates life in madness and reality

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There were no more flowers

May they grow in your springs

You no longer had the warmth of any skirt

no quota of love

What will fate give you?

No stone that could change your path

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And that's why you decided to turn off this blues

Sowing your cross without roses

And you asked for a shovel, you asked for a shovel to dig

Your grave in this forest where I will always find you

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And that's why you decided to turn off this blues

Sowing your cross, without roses

And you asked for a shovel, you asked for a shovel to dig

Your grave in this forest where I will always find you