Estamos Hartos
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Estamos Hartos
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Estamos hartos de tanta presión,
De tanta envidia y difícil situación;
Todo está atascado a mi alrededor,
La magia no viaja, sin ninguna explicación.
Cuando estés sola y nadie piense en ti;
Vacío... la falta de amor te partirá en dos.
Este teatro no es normal,
Vivo encerrado en mí, trato de no pensarlo;
Todo se presta a la confusión,
Pierde su magia, pierde su resplandor.
Como fantasmas en su baile ritual,
Se excitan... sienten placer al castigo,
Son como cuerpos dormidos.
Cuando la fama se apodere de ti,
Para saborearla en tu honor harán un gran festín;
Pero tu alma se diluye ante mí,
Y sin darte cuenta, es el fin de un sucio plan.
Cuando estés sola y nadie piense en ti;
Vacío... la falta de amor te partirá en dos...
En dos!.
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