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The mirror I find hard to face, 'cause I fear it's a long way down
Got to get away from here, think I know which hemisphere
Crazy me don't think there's pain in Barcelona
They dance you 'round a waltz confound

But I fear it's a long way down, yes I fear it's a long way down
'Cause I fear it's a long way down, and I fear I won't be around
Got to get away from here, think I know which hemisphere

Make sure I have all my papers, laying out my summer clothes
Search for traps in vain like scratching, so my suitcase I can close.

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Sergio dijo...

"Ma petite mandigotte,
je sense ta menotte
qui cherche ma main."

R. Wainwright