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La Frontera La Verdad

se de un lugar escondido, que hace tiempo que olvide. Pero hoy encontre el momento de regresar, y no se porque tuve que marchar. Mirame, esta es la verdad

Say, you're looking for a place to go Where nobody knows your name You're looking for oblivion With one eye on the hall of fame I don't wanna face it

world had a front porch, like we did back then Treating your neighbor like he's your next of kin Wouldn't be gone with the wind If the world had a front

She gave me a heart in a woman's hand Carved in cherry-wood The severed part from a foreign land I clearly understood Love has a border and I can't cross

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of ruthless scavengers, Fall Victim to merciless attacks at the hands of interplanetary alien Tribes who Seek to conquer our charred remains. this is extinction level event, The Final world front

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Can you hear me my lord? I send you my words, Through the night to go home. This battlefield will be my tomb, A fight without sense, Thrown me to the