El reproductor musical de mi cabeza repite una y otra vez esta canción.
Forgot my woman, lost my friends. Thinks I'd done and where I've been...
...Sleep in sweat the mirrors cold. See my face it's growing old. Scared to death no reason why. Do whatever to get me by. Think about the things I said. Read the page it's cold and dead...
Take me home
Take me home
Take me home
Say goodbye and don't follow [drugs, dear]
Don't follow what makes you feel worse. Please, don't follow [me]
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