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Recuerdo aquel p*to primer día de escuela
Como si fuera ayer
Los malos ratos se niegan a desaparecer
No tuve más opción que apoyar mi cabeza
En aquella mesa
Cerrar mis ojos para borrarme de ese lugar
Sabía que algo iba mal
Era muy temprano para jugar
Años más tarde al momento de formarnos en el
Patio central
Un montón de milicos parecíamos en verdad
Me obligaron a aprender porquerías como la
Canción nacional
Todos los días debía repetir esa m*erda
No me enseñaron a cantar
No me enseñaron a tocar batería
No no no
Tantas ganas que tenía
De que todos los ramos fueran música

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