I.P.O.S.T.E.L lyrics by La Vida Boheme. Caras rotas que sueñan con rosas que no llegan a nacer Cartas bombas explotan tan sordas, soñando poder, poder Poder...
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Caras rotas que sueñan con rosas que no llegan a nacer
Cartas bombas explotan tan sordas, soñando poder, poder
Poder poder poder poder
Nuestro arte, nuestra arma
Olvida todo lo que aprendiste y vuelve a aprender
Para olvidar otra vez
Admira el reverso de tus pupilas siendo cortinas al sol
Abre los ojos y mira al cañón
Permíteme ilustrarte en el tema
Cariño, el fusil nos espera
25 pasos antes de morir
No te culpo, ignorante
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