Sangtekster:
Los Fugitivos

Six o'clock on Friday You thought you heard a little voice try to say Time is running out So why you looking out for yourself Later on a Sunday You're

It was a late dream The world you made it steam They put your heart on the stand And every passerby watched your firefly With nowhere to land You rocked

[spoken:] The story of the pigs who ran straightaway into the water and their great triumph You're gonna send me back to where I came from Please

Oversettelse: Perishers. Runaway.

When I go to sleep we both know what that means. I'll have our pictures plastered behind my eyelids. Dreams come like waves of memories and summer

Cuidame bien, lo mio es serio, quiero que estes a mi lado esta vez Voy a fumar mientras te espero, Voy a formar, un espacio mejor Runa, runa, runa runaway

lose it all I ought to get caught Because I 'm doing something wicked I 'm guilty haunted by my fears And the only consequences Are dread and the fugitive

Hey you The air is really thick tonite Hey you You wanna join your friends outside We don't care what we do is right as long as we do it We don't care

You know that I'm not an angel I told you when you walked in the door You know that you make me happy Better than the time before Take it or leave it