Cross My Heart
me dijo el hombre del traje gris
"no eres mi tipo" le conteste
y aquella tarde aprendàa correr.
Al pisar la estación
le abràla jaula a mi corazón.
Tras las montañas estaba el mar
la noche, el vértigo, la ciudad,
el mundo a cambio de una canción
me daba un plato, un beso, un colchón.
La única medalla que he ganado en la vida
era de hojalata y decepción.
No tenÃÂa salida el callejón del cuartel
para el desertor del batallón
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Over The Falls
They broke out in laughter again
His lip beaded with sweat as they strapped him in
And he stood by and waited to be called
The talk was of times that'd gone by
And the quantity and quality of women they lie
His eyes welled with wet and his mouth had gone dry
As he stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls
He got up and tried it again
For lack of persistence is surely a sin
As he stood by and waited to be called
He looked to the lightning with glee
And admired his vessel for its symmetry
Feeling twelve units shy of a bachelor's degree
As he stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited to be called
He stood by and waited like the others before
For his turn to go over the falls