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When I look back to see what I have become
I have to admit that Im made of little pieces
Every wound and every single stain of pain
Every function of my brains built without instructions
Theres just distortion
And some confuse emotions
Im a function of misdeed?
But Im standing and alive
Thats why Im sad
Why Im mad
Why Im always on the run
Without faith
Without pain
With that sickness on my chest
(Un manual sin instrucciones)
I am like a broken vase with golden bonds
Cause now Im wise and stronger
Look what my job has made of me:
All this money... All this greed...
Thats why Im sad
Why Im mad
Why Im always on the run
Without faith
Without pain
With that sickness on my chest
(Un manual sin instrucciones)
Look what my job has made of me...
But Im standing and alive!
Thats why Im sad
Why Im mad
Why Im always on the run
Without faith
Without pain
With that sickness on my chest