Placeholder: I cannot go forward I cannot return And the land in front don't want me Look the land behind me burn (Como una raya en el mar) I cannot go forward I cannot return And the land in front don't want me Look the land behind me burn (Como una raya en el mar)

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I cannot go forward I cannot return And the land in front don't want me Look the land behind me burn (Como una raya en el mar)

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6 days ago

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