Blanchito, baby
Greg Willen, don't sleep
Michelangelo, put wings on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Fucking sons of bitches
We ran away from home
Like stray animals
Unleashed, unleashed
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I don't sleep these nights, I keep my eyes open
And I love when we fuck and then I fall apart
And I have alcohol in my head, I keep getting lost
With you pressing, you call me, it seems like a movie, yeah
Like in every movie, though, it ends
It ends that no one understands me
Being sick sometimes, you know, it cleanses me
Fuck, then it passes and then it heals

I call a friend of mine (mine, mine, mine, mine)
Who knows what it means
I call a friend of mine (mine, mine, mine)
Who knows how to make me escape from any kind of problem
We are

Fucking sons of bitches
We ran away from home
Like stray animals
Unleashed, unleashed
Fucking sons of bitches
We ran away from home
Like stray animals
Unleashed, unleashed, yeah, yeah-yeah

Running down the street barefoot
Life is only one, better if you enjoy it
But how beautiful it is
If there is no pattern
If you live it with me
It doesn't become a cliché, eh, eh, eh

I call a friend of mine
Who knows what it means
I call a friend of mine
Who knows how to make me escape from any kind of problem
The two of us grew up together
We are

Fucking sons of bitches
We ran away from home
Like stray animals
Unleashed, unleashed
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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