No sé si el tiempo es propio de nuestra conciencia, no sé si existe de verdad, no sé quién pueda comprobar si todo es una foto o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac (o vá al ritmo de un tic-tac). ¿Pero qué diferencia hay? Si de la conciencia no nos podemos librar. Esa guía innata y leal que vos bien sabés, no siempre podemos respetar. No siempre podemos.

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sábado, 1 de octubre de 2011

I can hear my train comin'
It's a lonesome and distant cry
I can hear my train comin'
Now I'm runnin' for my life
What makes a man walk away from his mind?
I think I know
I think I might know

I can feel the wind blowin'
It's sending shivers down my spine

I can feel the wind blowin'
It shakes the trees and the power lines
What makes a man spend his whole life in disguise?
I think I know
I think I might know

I think I might know
I think I might know, oh oh

I can see the sun settin'
It's casting shadows on the sea
I can see the sun, it's setting
It's getting colder, starting to freeze
What makes a man want to break a heart with ease?
I think I know
I think I might know

I think I might know
I think I might know, oh oh

Well I can hear my train comin'
Looks like time is not on my side
Well I can hear my train comin'
I'm still runnin' for my life
What makes a man pray, when he's about to die?
I think I know
I think I might know

I think I might know
I think I might know, oh oh, oh oh

I think I might know
I think I might know, woah oh 

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