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Diario de ruta
I can't remember anything. Can't tell if this is true or dream. Deep down inside I feel to scream. This terrible silence stops me....(One)
Gimme fuel, gimme fire. Gimme that which I desire... (Fuel)
I'm your dream , make you real. I'm your eyes , when you must steal. I'm your pain , when you can't feel. Sad but true...
...and the earth becomes my throne, I adapt to the unknown, under wandering stars; I've grownby myself but not alone. I ask no one....(Wherever I may roam)
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Si semejante mujerzuela me estuviera esperando en Bilbao, ya te digo yo que no esperaría hasta el 29 de junio.
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