What are wings for¿
I will walk on other people's
dreams
And communicate through the post
office
The neighbour is the trouble
He has left the chicken of the
golden eggs
Runaway
The neighbour is sitting down
On the wall next door
He doesn't have cable tv
I am going to walk on neighbour’s
wall
Call me on my mobile phone
Fog could be any smoke
The salt sweetens and the sweet
bitter
The bird only knows what wings are
After trying to fly
I´m going to walk on my own veins
I am the spider weaving the web
The neighbour is the solution
The neighbour has a garden
Full of rare flowers
The neighbour is sitting down in
heaven
He knows God
I'm going to pass by these thorns
I need to know my neighbour’s
garden
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