Esta vez solo se me antojó ponerla porque si, creo que no tiene dedicatoria. Tampoco es que esté identificado con esa rola. Quizás sufra de una prenostalgia para cuando tenga cuarenta años. Es quizás el reflejo de lo que veo en mi vida dentro de veinte primaveras. Quizás tenga que ser lo que se encuentra en el interior de esta figura que tanto me gusta, la puta...
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be.
Look through my eyes and through the years of loneliness you'll see...
To the times in my life, when I could not stand to lose, a simple game.
And the least of it all was the fortune and the fame.
But the dream seemed to end just as soon as it had begun, was I to know?
For the least thing of all that was on my mind, was the close at the
End of the show
The shadow of a lonely man, feels nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
(looking out of nowhere, looking out of nowhere)
But the sounds of the crowds when they come to see me now, is not the same
And the jest of it all is I can't recall my name
But i'll cling to a hope till I can't hold on anymore, anymore
And for all the acclaim I am all alone and I see as I look through the door
The shadow of a lonely man, there's nobody else
In the shadow of a lonely, lonely man
I can see myself
Look at me now, a shadow of the man I used to be
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