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And like any other monday, promise of discipline, at the end of the day there is always something new to fix. And my windows are open but my closet´s not clean, every winter seems shorter as I´m counting up to 36. See the steps in the ballroom, I still doubt in between, always late to all the parties, I had to learn some dirty tricks. Now I´m not getting wiser but I still fit in my jeans, time is building me a room that I still can´t find at 36. Who´s talking? who listens? Who´s turning off? Who´s got it? Who missed it? Who´s still in love? Letras de canciones Someday back to my hometown, nothing else to conceal, I will shake off my boots, say that I was never 36. From Letras Mania