Algo para volar
Libre como el viento
Andando entre el bien y el mal
Es un perro callejero
Su padre siempre borracho
Su madre solo a fregar
De los Billares al parque
Haber si puede pillar
Una cerveza litrona
Con algo para volar
Estribillo
Y pasar de todo el mundo
Y pasar, y pasar de todo y todos
Pos todo el tiempo le sobra
A buscarse un rollo bueno
Y poder empezar a vivir
Y pasar de todo eso
Que a nada bueno le puede llevar
Y buscarse mil historias
Que le hagan poder empezar
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Se va hundiendo más y más
Es rebelde y navajero
Busca emociones mas duras
Y asin poder continuar
De la cárcel a la calle
De la calle al hospital
Va consumiendo su vida
Ya nunca podrá volar
Estribillo
Something to Fly
Free as the wind
Walking between good and evil
He's a street dog
His father always drunk
His mother just cleaning
From the pool halls to the park
Trying to score
A tall beer
With something to fly
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And ignore everyone
And ignore, and ignore everyone and everything
Because he has plenty of time
To find a good vibe
And start living
And ignore all that
That can't lead to anything good
And find a thousand stories
That will help him start
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He's sinking deeper and deeper
He's rebellious and a troublemaker
Looking for harder thrills
So he can keep going
From jail to the street
From the street to the hospital
He's consuming his life
He will never be able to fly
Chorus