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Maybe this tune sounds familiar to you, like it's coming from a transistor

Sung by the laryngitis of the escape

But that's how it sounds in the tatema when you go to La Merced

Maybe my words sound to you like urban humidity smoked

So affected by the sinusitis that I contracted

But I brought you shop windows, it suits you, for your pleasure

From the taxi, going through half of my salary

I see the sun behind, traveling like a fly

Arriving late to work, to hustle

On the 1st street of Solitude

Maybe you're feeling down halfway, drink by drink

Hey, buddy, can your gastritis be canned? Good idea!

And if you stick its label, take it to the black market to sell

If your girl doesn't pay attention to you anymore, put soles on your shoes

Because it's comforting to walk with pedestrianitis, athlete's foot

And if you get tired, stand on the corner and listen to the 03, how about that?

Put a meter in the yellowed ticket

Half in reality, you get off, what a country!

Behind the National Palace

Is the 1st street of Solitude

Maybe this tune sounds familiar to you, like it's coming from a transistor

Sung by the laryngitis of the escape

But that's how it sounds in the tatema when you go to La Merced

If your cardiac viscera clucks, complaint by complaint

Doctor Heart at least stitches you up

And if La Llorona keeps you awake at night, well... it does you good

Alright then! Let's go again

From the taxi, going through half of my salary

I carry the sun behind, traveling like a fly

Arriving late to the grind, to hustle

On the 1st street of Solitude

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