He starts to notice empty bottles of gin,
a lonely speaker in a conversation.
Her words are swimming through his ears again.
Say what you mean! tell me im right and let the sun rain down on me.
He sense something, call it desperation.
Another dollar, another day.
Algún día voy a escapar, me iré de éste enfermo lugar para no volver ¡nunca más!
home is where your heart is.
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