The rain made my cigarrette wet,
and now it's unsmokable.
Rain started on my face,
makes me feel unlovable.
And now, that I'm able to see
that I have no path in front of me,
I try to sing, and wonder
if music was made for me.
Not to create, nor to destroy,
just to dance and enjoy.
And if I try to escape
I will fail
Cause I am stuck in the universe
as I am smoke in your universe
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es una bella canción. i like it a lot. i admire u the most. i love u
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