So you no longer care if there's another day
I guess I have been there, I guess I am there now
You knew what you wanted and you fought so hard
Just to find yourself sitting in a golden cage
In a golden cage
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This city's no longer mine
There's sadness written on every corner
Each lover was made to sign
Now I hear them calling me over and over
Odio ser tan masoquista que cuando estoy medio mala onda lo fomento escuchando The Whitest boy....
