Sin saber el porque, se convirtio en un himno para mi, no habia razon, no habia motivo, y hoy, sigue aqui en mi mente...porque? I hold an image of the ashtray girl As the cigarette burns on my chest I wrote a poem that described her world That put my friendship to the test And late at night Whilst on all fours She used to watch me kiss the floor What’s wrong with this picture?

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