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Bad Singers, son of a bitch
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Boys from the neighborhood
Immortals
This is not music, it's drug (pure drug), oh

It took me time to find myself
Among sorrows at night, I create a work of art
I go with my brother, I know no one will save me
If I can't love myself, how do I love you?
My people with courage
For the fallen towns, I sing with so much pain
Lyrics between fury and alcohol
Forged in misery, looking for a better place
Patagonian light coming through the window
In the sky, God guides me and protects me from the bad
Living fast, I don't know if you love me anymore
Between vice, lust, bills, and fame
Bardero$ didn't leave, they will always be in their hearts
And if the legend lives, there will always be better times
A man never dies if he takes care of his values
I would give my soul so my people don't cry

I'm still falling for your lie
It seems like the bad luck never ends
I'm marching towards ruin
Looking for clarity to remove the thorns
With the cops behind because we come from some episode
My band has been on top for several years
When I go out in the early morning, I'm another demon
Who takes down anyone who gets in the way
Again the crazy band on stage
I'm fulfilling what I promised mom years ago
I'm looking for that package to take it to the neighborhood
And celebrating with the band, uncorking some drinks

Look dad, Patagonia is happy
When we return to the south singing a verse
It's something this bunch of fakes won't understand
Who don't have true respect for the street

Immortals