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Soy un Fracasado
03:17
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Voy a contarte,
Lo que siento a diario,
Voy a decirte lo que veo a diario,
Me dan ganas de vomitar,
Me las tengo que aguantar,
Para poder cantar,
Para poder cantar.
Si no tengo título, soy un FRACASADO
Si no uso corbata, soy un desalineado
Si voy en la buseta, soy un cholo igualado
Si voy en patineta, soy un vago dañado
Y sigo caminando y eso es lo que encuentro
En cada esquina hay música sin sentimiento
Todos los carros pitan, oye hazte a un lado
Toda la gente grita muy desesperado y yo les digo
!SOY UN FRACASADO, Y QUÉ?!
!SOY UN FRACASADO, Y QUÉ?!
!SOY UN FRACASADO, Y QUÉ?!
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Vagolandia
02:45
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8 días
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Majadero
02:58
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Quiero ser Anormal
03:23
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