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Doctor Deseo
Dead Tracks
She wasn't dumb or ugly,
not even young, nor really old.
Invisible to the eyes of the fox
and fickle fortune.
Exiled on the street of loneliness and fear.
Red pills at night, gray ones by day,
blue at dawn.
Desolate calm of an empty city
in this damn...
...noisy silence.
If a little piece of star,
so cute, just came to screw you,
this tired city lays broken glass
under your bare feet.
Everyday scenery, inventory of frustration.
Red pills at night, gray ones by day,
blue at dawn.
Desolate calm of an empty city
in this damn...
...noisy silence.
It comes and goes,
The tram of desire, it comes and goes.
At the station of my dreams, there’s only
Dead tracks, nothing more.
Dead tracks, nothing more.
Walking on a bridge, she felt
that the ground was too far away.
She imagined her body shattered
on the sidewalk, it wouldn’t look good.
Searching in the bag of desperation
she found a desire and it was good,
and it was real.
Woman seeks woman who wants...
Woman seeks woman who wants...
...and lets herself be wanted.
It comes and goes,
The tram of desire, it comes and goes.
At the station of my dreams, there’s only
Dead tracks, nothing more.
Dead tracks, it comes and goes.
The tram of desire, it comes and goes.
At the station of my dreams, there’s only
Dead tracks, nothing more.
Dead tracks, nothing more.
