Traducción: Vilões. Tutaina.
Akua tuta, akua tuta Akua tuta tshekuan kaminekuin Akua tuta Naketuenta kiei tshin tshekuan kanetaunekuin Hey, hey, hey Akua tuta Akua tuta tshekuan
WISPY Latin greed She's eyed in hole I don't know but I don't feel so good Like skin boiled alive Made the seed somewhere She's shaken more high Than
Everyday when I get in my car It's a Honda, you know I sit on down but I don't get too far You wanna know why? ''cause I've gotta reach down And scratch
There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds Stitched all together by a murmur of words That hang like a moon in the thread of the air And speak
Cincinnati apple pie Where do we go when we die? I don't care and that ain't no lie I don't know where and I don't know why Everything is a part of me
Honk Beep Honk Beep Honk Beep Honk Beep One - Honk - Two - Honk - Three - Honk - Four - Honk Five - Honk - Six - Honk - Seven - Honk - Eight - Honk Nine
All the way from Bucharest your skin crawled on the way to Hollywood Through a whole in the wall You saw the free world trading in bones There's a guardian
Well, I got a bumper sticker on the back of my truck There ain't another like it ?cause I had it made up I can tell who's behind me, they give themselves
Akua tuta tshekuan kaminekuin Akua tuta Naketuenta kiei tshin tshekuan Kanetaunekuin Hey hey hey hey Hey hey hey hey Akua tuta Akua tuta tshekuan kakunuene
Got that feeling of standing still the shudder of winters coming chill Got that distance in my eyes frozen paintings of all my alibies And I've got
Cincinnati apple pie Where do we go when we die I don't care and that ain't no lie I don't know where and I don't know why Everything is a part of me
My kidneys scrape my back My lungs get hard and crack My heart's trying to hide Sandpaper on my insides And this is not a joke There's nothing in my
Touch me with your finger and I'll show you how I will do our bidding while you sleep I will be your brother that you keep Hold me brother, hold me closer
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Well I don't want to make things bad But these last few weeks are the worst I've had And that's really sad, it's really sad, you know - woah! And
Thin man in a powder blue suit With eyes that slice you through The cut of his clothes was strange indeed A hundred years too soon A passing stranger
Arthur read stories he got from the shelf In the gingerbread house of the men in between Making his mind up to keep to himself And somewhere the future
