
Me and my monkey
With a dream and a gun
Me and my monkey
Drove in search of the sun
Now don't test my patience 'cause we're not about to run
death in his eye
When the monkey is high
You do not stare
You do not stare
You do not stare
Vaya por Dios ¿Donde estoy? Se me ha vuelto a escapar el alma por la ventana
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