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I went to San Antón

I waited on my own

Without a mobile phone

Away from home

You told me many times

The way you feel and think

About your little crimes

And the tears they bring

But now my legs are tired

And my throat is dry

We could’ve if we tried

But I don’t see why

Why

Why

Why

I went to San Antón

I waited on my own

Without a mobile phone

Away from home

You told me many times

The way you feel and think

About your little crimes

And the tears they bring

But now my legs are tired

And my throat is dry

We could’ve if we tried

But I don’t see why

Why

Why

Why

Gloria

Gloria

Gloria

Gloriana