Olor a Muerte
Te has mirado al espejo con complejo,
¿que es lo que han hecho de ti?.
La justicia no te sirve, condenado inocente,
y te sientas en un rincón,
abatido por tu depresión,
ellos te llaman, tu no escuchas,
ya no tienes a quien respetar,
ya no tienes a quien querer,
olor a muerte, a muerte
¿que es lo que han hecho de ti?.
La justicia no te sirve, condenado inocente,
y te sientas en un rincón,
abatido por tu depresión,
ellos te llaman, tu no escuchas,
ya no tienes a quien respetar,
ya no tienes a quien querer,
olor a muerte, a muerte
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Writer(s): Pedro Jose Martinez Tortosa
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