En la Tele

There’s nothing on TV,
there’s nothing in your eyes
and everything I’m told
turns out to be a lie…

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Nada que ver, nada que hacer.
I’m trying to find a reason, trying to stay alive. But there’s nothing I can do: there isn’t any time.
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En cuestión

It’s only something broken
that seems worthwhile mending…

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Atención, pregunta: ¿por qué, oh, por qué?  Y ¿por qué no?
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Why does the wind
blow through my house at night?
Why does the wind
blow thru my heart each time
I look into your eyes?

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