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El Jordán
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Prostituta Callejera
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When you’re young it is romantic; when you’re old it is the worst. Too wild for you. You should have chosen another roots. Nowadays, the leaves are falling. And quite soon the cold will get a hold of your bones through mini-skirts, high heels and tops. If I could be your summer, I’d love you so. I see myself riding a bicycle, in the city of Brussels, during the night. I am lost and see you by. Stop to ask not noticing. No faith in me. No possibility of something neat. You’re beautiful but you’re so down. No I don’t know where Schuman Square is. No I don’t care where it might be. I wait for someone not riding a bike. So go away. Leave me alone. Go away now boy. Leave me alone. Leave me alone boy. Go away. Go.
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Black beauties in Belgium. Black beauties in. Black, black. Black beauties in Belgium. You are the most beautiful women on Earth. Black beauties in Brussels, Belgium, capital city of the European Union. So why so quiet on the streets. So why so shy on the dance floors. So why so quiet on TV. So why so shy on CV. If you are the most beautiful women on Earth. Black beauties in Belgium. Black beauties in. Black beauties in Belgium. Black beauties in. You are the most beautiful women on Earth. Black beauties in Belgium… You are the most beautiful women on Earth. You are the most beautiful women on Earth. Black beauties in Belgium…
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Brussels.dream
04:26
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Here I am again walking down your streets, swimming in your dream as I did before. I came back to you, babe, even if you don’t care. It seems that I love you more than I ever thought I would. I’m an old man, and you’re a girl, it’s true. I’m an old blues man, and you’re a girl so young and so pretty, Brussels.dream. Here I am again, yeah, staring at your legs. I will never learn, I know. I will never get what I want. Cause I’m an old man, and you’re a girl, it’s true. I’m an old blues man, and you’re a girl so young and so pretty. Like Baudelaire I long for you, Brussels.dream. I’m an old man, and you’re a girl, it’s true. I’m an old blues man, and you’re a girl so young and so pretty. Like Baudelaire I long for you, Brussels.dream.
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The Crying Girl
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Vamos a Bruselas de nuevo, hacia donde está el dinero. Si es tu primera vez en esto, se trata de aprender el juego. 190 en un salón oficial. Las mesas corridas quedan cara a cara. De pronto la veo, no puede dejar de llorar; ante su portátil y ante todos los demás. The crying girl. Da la bienvenida el speaker inicial. Presentan lo suyo los siguientes y todo da igual. Yo la sigo mirando, nunca va a dejar de llorar. ¿Es algo en su portátil o el algo de los demás? The crying girl. The crying girl hace que sienta dentro de mí mi propia crying girl. The crying girl. The crying girl hace que sienta dentro de mí mi propia crying girl. The crying girl.
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David tocó/toca en Newhell Citizens, Horses of Disaster y Surreal Numbers.
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