Punta Del Este, Pt. 1

These days I feel mighty strange
How the sky falls down over the red
I see it bleed down south over east
Flies overhead
Goes over your head
Long before we're all dead

And oh babe
I'm just tryna tell you something
I've never been to Spain
But I wanna go someday
I move this chair around
Staring at the wall
And before long
We'll all be dead



Credits
Writer(s): Baltasar Berretta
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