Superskunk
Nevermind if you're feeling to tall
It's easy to become very small
I stood there when he started to stall
I never grounded his nose went to crawl
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Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-junk
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Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-skunk
It's easy to complain about all
Fathers wouldn't do no harm
I shiver by the thought of it all
I used to make that same phone call
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Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-junk
Falling-falling-falling-falling-falling-falling-falling-punk
Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-skunk
Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-skunk
Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-junk
Falling-falling-falling-falling-falling-falling-falling-punk
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Superzorrón
No importa si te sientes muy alto
Es fácil volverte muy pequeño
Permanecí allí cuando él empezó a titubear
Nunca lo detuve, su nariz se arrastró
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Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-chatarra
Cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-punk
Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-zorrón
Es fácil quejarse de todo
Los padres no harían daño
Me estremezco al pensarlo todo
Solía hacer esa misma llamada telefónica
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Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-chatarra
Cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-punk
Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-zorrón
Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-zorrón
Super-super-super-super-super-super-super-chatarra
Cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-cayendo-punk
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Escrita por: Allan Muller / Pascal Deweze