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(Música: Jordi Sánchez)
(Letra: Miguel Arjona)
Noches enteras sin poder dormir
buscando razones para no perder
todo lo que te di.
Nunca en la vida pude imaginar
que hubiera en el mundo tanta soledad,
de que me sirve llorar.
Herido en el alma una vez más por ti
creí que el destino lo podía cambiar
y el tiempo se me va.
Tristes momentos para recordar
quien tiene la llave de nuestra amistad,
hoy he vuelto a llorar.
Cuantas maneras para comprender
todo este tiempo que esperé vivir
siempre junto a ti.
Toda esperanza de poder salvar
estos seis años de sinceridad
no pueden quedarse aquí.
Noches enteras sin poder dormir
buscando razones para no perder
todo lo que te di.
Nunca en la vida pude imaginar
que hubiera en el mundo tanta soledad,
de que me sirve llorar.
Jamás ... estás ... de que me sirve llorar.Well, the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, Come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out of here.
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told.

The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But we don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong.
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone.
Yeah.

There's still crime in the city,
Said the cop on the beat,
I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from fools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well, I play by their rules
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands

So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free.
Yeah.

Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now I'm doin' my own thing
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has be