The old man sits there and startes As my heart grows fondly aware The vagrant is me at an elde; age Shed some of my life for me There's so much I just
Hear I stand, and I dont know why Why should I wait, when I'm ready to fly I had that feeling, right from the start That I've been shot, straight into
REASON TO LIVE Cryptic, claws of the season Grip like the sun with a glare Blinding bend the horizon Helmsman chart me through the despair Live I think
Drinking beer talking loud hanging round with a no good crowd There's no reason to be living since you're gone Living fast neon lights spending many restless
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Razones tengo por lo menos diez que cada dia me invitan a vivir. La primera estar vivo ?acaso puede haber mejor motivo?. El deseo de vivir, quien lo