MALOS AIRES!

MALOS AIRES ! 

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gotcha like a broken foot

dull the headache - jot down your satisfaction in that face

that reads me like an open book

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Look, i´m ready for the next stage

swung around and battered here and there in wooden cells 

and earthquake shook......

he´s the old king - he´s the way it was 

and age is nothing, time´s the end of laws

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Out this city - out the swarming, burning drug

my mind no mentor - my hope´s no love

that easy feeling - storming around the world of dreams

the curtains billow, the portent´s clear - they´re coming !

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march 2007