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"Trabjando en ello."

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"Y manejando la escoba."

John Frusciante - In My Light

  How do you walk through my wall of sleep I see you in my head but you're right out of reach And you are the backbone I grind with my teeth Looking at life from just underneath a now I see the sun looking down at me I'm in my light I can't read the signs I've shrunk in size I'm a weakling I'm the weak link I'd be your guide but I'm not seeing I'm not seeing You are the watcher of thought You've gotta suffer till you kill the killer Watching clouds covering the sky you cannot see unless you uncover the coverer You are the watcher of thought You've gotta suffer till you slay the slayer Watching clouds covering the sky you cannot see till you uncover the coverer You are the watcher of thought