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I got lost in the middle of a street on a corner of this second-hand store that sells bananas, condoms and beer maybe my condoms and beer I turned and saw myself crossing in time that little black bridge, that little black bridge without knowing why, just with out knowing why I feel sick like your unknown son drifting away in this fucked-up hole like this spot of blood on the floor like that spot of oil in your dome and I'm peeping and peeping all of you behind the blinds of this blue room, my blue room theyve been trying to knock on my door so I lay low, and those pilgrim fathers keep losing marching away in a sweet indian file I've got four, five maybe seven days more i've got five, six maybe seven days more and I'm peeping and peeping all of you behind the blinds of this blue room, my blue room From Letras Mania