Avenida Larco
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Larco Avenue
A reflected light
The model looking into nothing
Today is bloody Friday
There will soon be movement here
Hunters come and go
Searching for prey around the city
Roaring engines in full force
They come to Larco to demonstrate
Well it's bloody Friday
Well, their houses left
They are looking for some girls
They are packed in drinks
And those who are prey come too
They know what they have to expose
Fashionable skirt, tight jeans
They come from everywhere
They come into the night
They set the tone
They get into the car
They are prepared for everything
There are some that fail
Others that are not sent
And that's when they decide, the river no longer brings water
They always smile, and even blush
And when they ask that, they get out of the car quickly.
The dawn comes to light
The end of the party is approaching
Deserted streets, there is loneliness
Empty white bottles now
Where did everyone go?
Where was the noise?
Where are the girls?
Where hunters where, where are they?
Where did the night go?
Where is the harmony?
Where was the noise?
That feeds the streets of Larco on bloody party Fridays
Where where where are they?
