Dicen
Los Bunkers
They say
They say that all the time I am sad
I would like to think that everything will change
But the truth will not come out
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They say that loves do not exist
That I live in an illusion
Staring at the sun, lacking illusion
To live
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Everything that belongs to us is
So hopeless today
They say so much that they do not allow them
Their miserable reason, their poor heart
There is no song to sing
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