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1984 - Hit Me
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This summer is wrong, blood in the heat Is it my veins? Buenos Aires is home On the streets, suburbs, I meet Only bodies in chains Will I ever return to this city that burns away? Whatever I choose, i’ve got the feeling i’ll lose myself Anyway I feel a warmth, fist on my cheek Whose hand is there? A tall man, russian type I’ve never enjoyed a fever like this I spit in his hair Will I ever return to this city that burns away? Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain Anyway Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secrets Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust them I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me This summer is hell, blood on my lips Hate in their veins, Buenos Aires is blown On the streets, in the suburbs, I meet Glances in flames Will I ever return to this city that burns away? Whatever I choose, i’ve got nothing to lose or gain Anyway Like a dear trapped in its antlers, i’m caged in my secrets Secret pains I will never reveal, even to my pets These bastards drink all my vodka at night when I sleep, I can’t trust them I chose the silence and all the noise of the world decided to hit me The fortress cracks and panic rises, oh I know they’ll hit me Outlaws like prudish wives, they’re all dying to hit me All these eyes like forks and knives, all sharpened to eat me So let’s have our fight and share at last the only tongue we can speak
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