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Oh... I took a plane over the stars, Didn't get me very far, 'Cause all my problems, they follow me, I flew to the moon, but it wasn't far enough away from you, 'Cause all our problems, they follow me, yeah Every night, I close my eyes, All my troubles fade, Every morning when I rise, I'm still sleeping in this bed I made One million times inside of my mind, All I have justified, But all my problems they follow me, Oh... And I discovered a way to cleverly avoid the blame, But all my problems still follow me, Every night, I close my eyes, All my troubles fade, Every morning when I rise, I'm still sleeping in this bed, just sleeping in this bed, just sleeping in this bed... I made, ey... (Gracias a Pablo Rodríguez por esta letra) From Letras Mania