Brisa Roche
Helmet Ray
Helmet Ray, Futura BlackLay in wait down by the tracksSilver shoes and rings of leadDressed up like they’ve just been wedHelmet Ray, Futura BlackBlack, black, black, black, blackHelmet Ray, Futura BlackBlack, black, black, blackHelmet Ray, Futura BlackGone so far, they can’t go backCrouched by tires, slouched on steelEach heart beat the other feelsHelmet Ray, Futura BlackBlack, black, black, black, blackHelmet Ray, Futura BlackBlack, black, black, blackHelmet Ray, Futura BlackHave no suitcase, have no sackLaughing by the baker’s doorDancing to the highway roarHelmet Ray, Futura BlackLetras de cancionesBlack, black, black, black, blackHelmet Ray, Futura BlackBlack, black, black, black, blackHelmet Ray, Futura BlackLight-beam gun goes tack tack tackTake this peach, taste that plumJust drop now your light-ray gunHelmet Ray, Futura BlackBlack, black, black, black, blackHelmet Ray, Futura Black
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