Te quiero puta! (romana)
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He puts the needle inside the vein
Asks the music to come in
Between his throat and forearm
The melody goes softly through the bones
He has his eyes closed
In his blood a battle rages
An army marches through his bowel
The intestines slowly become warm
Nothing is for you
Nothing was for you
Nothing is left for you
Forever
He takes the needle from the vein
The melody leaves the skin
Violins burn with screams
Harps cut their flesh
He opened his eyes
But he is not awake
Nothing is for you
Nothing was for you
Nothing is left for you
Forever
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