Albor de Mis Días lyrics by Xylocaine. Un poco de nada para saborear En el albor de mis días Cientos de lenguas por interpretar En el fulgor de esta orgía...
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Un poco de nada para saborear
En el albor de mis días
Cientos de lenguas por interpretar
En el fulgor de esta orgía
Reinventando el cinismo a flor de piel
Prolifero eufemismos de color hiel
Yira el sol – giras vos
Sobre toda existencia de ciencia
Producto de mis temores
Vacío, connivencia y esencia
El ducto hacia tus amores
Reinventando el cinismo a flor de piel
Prolifero eufemismos de color miel
Gira el sol – yiras vos
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