Letras:
Lex Zaleta The Hopin Road

Where the seed comes from, we don't know. With care we plant it, watch it grow. Give it some shelter from the storm, Water it daily, keep it warm. No

Kickball's flying in the old school yard, All of a sudden, it hits you so hard - Boss startles you as he slams the door, And you realize that you're ten

Wherever you go, He'll bring sorrow. Cursed creature, Death in both eyes; One look from him And beauty dies. Cursed creature, Hands on his ears. We

Fifteen red-eyed jugglers Flew in from parts unknown; Shared seats with ten smugglers, Five pirates, and a gnome. Thirty-one crude cutthroats All with

You're a cool con man, Fingers oh so light. You take what you can; Can't take back the night. Cheat on your taxes; You cheat on your wife. Say it relaxes