July 2012
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I still like going round The old places from my past Watching from the outside In the hope they’ll take me back It’s not my youth I’m after It’s not the protection I just cant seem to get on with the man that I’ve become
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Y entonces, la voz del recitador se hizo inaudible o sé apago.
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