¿Cuantas gotas caen en su objetivo y cuantas se sorprenden de acabar estampadas en la mica de mis lentes?
Limb by limb, tooth by tooth Tearing up inside of me Every day, every hour I wish that I was bullet proof Wax me, mould me Heat the pins and stab them in You have turned me into this Just wish that it was bullet proof, was bullet proof So pay the money and take a shot Lead-fill the hole in me I could burst a million bubbles All surrogate and bullet proof And bullet proof And bullet proof And bullet proof
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uuuuh, no andas en onda mi chavo :P
Nunca pensé que las gotas que acababan estampadas sobre mis gafas, fueran gotas sorprendidas!!