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The scraping is complete and we're out on the street. Killers on the loose and we're holding hands- it's still protected by the law. Thank our lucky stars there weren't any kooks with placards in hand. Girlfriend, come near, we're having a bad year. The saddest thing: I thought this would bring Letras de cancionesus closer. Do we deny it to the end, to ourselves and to our friends? Do we file it away: dead babies, mortal sins? Or could it get us off 'cause we act like little gods? Girlfriend, come near, I'm having a bad year. The saddest thing: I thought this would bring us closer. Killers on the loose and we're holding hands- it's still protected by the law. Thank our lucky stars there weren't any kooks with placards in hand of fetuses in tubes our baby red and blue, black and blue. From Letras Mania