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I can write 'I love you' with lipstick on the mirror
I can tear up today's newspaper
They tell us the future belongs to our children
So what do you and I do?
I can feel your hand on my clasp
The Sex Pistols are playing for free tonight
I can put an end to Argentine machismo
You'll see, you'll see

Extra, extra
I can't see you in a bad way
Nothing is real, everything is fiction
Living with our tails between our legs in the alley
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I can't see you in a bad way
Security to create
And I don't have money for a measly coffee in the cheap seats

I have a pass, I can invite you to Obras
In this time, they have made us forget
That in this country, one can be happy
I can beg the president for alms
I can starve with the people
Give you asylum in my own bathroom
I can give you more, I want to give you more

Extra, extra
I can't see you in a bad way
Nothing is real, everything is fiction
Living with our tails between our legs in the alley
Extra, extra
I can't see you in a bad way
Security to create
And I don't have money for a measly coffee in the cheap seats

Extra, extra...