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lunes
It calls me on and on across the universe
Got my foot on the ladder
And I'm climbing up to the moon
I woke with planets in my face
Sounds of laughter, shades of life
Are ringing through my opened ears
soundless
domingo
She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can't help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run.
And it wears me out, it wears me out.
It wears me out, it wears me out.
And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted
All the time, all the time.
Oh, oh.
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