| L' Via
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| Hija de Miranda
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| Tu apellido se cambió
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| L' Via
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| Sin ojos me quieres dar
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| Una historia sin mi madre
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| Sólo tengo que decirte
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| El dolor de noche dice
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| Sólo se quedó el vestido
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| Le lavé la sangre
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| L' Via
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| No dejes de descansar
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| En la calle caminas ¿quién te va a perseguir?
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| L' Via
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| Te quieren matar
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| Dientes de Machete, cabeza de gallo
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| L' Via
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| Durmiendo en paz
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| Abre los ojos, todo cambiará
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| L' Via
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| Soñando de venganza
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| Y yo te lo juro, lo van a pagar
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| Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
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| The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
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| In her eraser sang the guilty
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| As it made the best mistakes
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| And with every body that I find
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| And with every claymore that they mine
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| I won’t forget who I’m looking for
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| Oh mother help me I’m looking for
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| L' Via
|
| Hija de Miranda
|
| Tu apellido se cambio
|
| L' Via
|
| Sin ojos me quieres dar
|
| Una historia sin mi madre
|
| Sólo tengo que decirte
|
| El dolor de noche dice
|
| Sólo se quedó el vestido
|
| Le lavé la sangre
|
| Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
|
| The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
|
| In her eraser sang the guilty
|
| As it made the best mistakes
|
| And with every body that I find
|
| And with every claymore that they mine
|
| I won’t forget who I’m looking for
|
| Oh mother help me I’m looking for
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| Sólo tengo una hora
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| Y me duermo terminado
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| Por veinticinco años pasaron
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| Siguen los cuerpos aquí temblando
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| Tomé la sangre, comí el cuerpo
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| Mis lágrimas quiebran el espejo
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| When all the worms come crawling out your head
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| Telling you, «Don't you be afraid»
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| When all the worms come crawling out your head
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| Telling you, «Don't you be afraid»
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| Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
|
| The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
|
| In her eraser sang the guilty
|
| As it made the best mistakes
|
| Shark kites got tangled in the moleskin
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| Urgent plea of escape
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| A mouth to mouth on the chalkboard
|
| Written in fingernail distaste
|
| And with every body that I find
|
| And with every claymore that they mine
|
| I won’t forget who I’m looking for
|
| Oh mother help me I’m looking for
|
| Blackmailed, she fell off every mountain
|
| The ones they tightly wrapped in tape
|
| In her eraser sang the guilty
|
| As it made the best mistakes
|
| And with every body that I find
|
| And with every claymore that they mine
|
| I won’t forget who I’m looking for
|
| Oh mother help me I’m looking for |