Keep on keeping on,
trying not to fall,
wishing to avoid the mirrors
that hide faces I don’t know.
Never made love to shadows
but they’ve always been there,
saving warm my coffee,
smoking from my cigarette.
There is no lie in lying,
there is no sorrow in pain,
once you start laughing at your face
it won’t be hard doing it again.
You can taste the night-flavored city
and let your fingerprints on a dirty glass,
just don’t be long ‘cause the sun is coming
and dawn birds, they never last.
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Pensándolo mejor, tiene más de Waits.
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