Día 12

Whatever tickles your fancy

♪ I'm dying tomorrow. This house, this street, Chicago. I'm dying tomorrow. Did I do it right.
Did I remember to sleep in. Take lots of pills. Commit irreversible sins.
Did I at least try to kiss the prettiest girl at the right time.
Did I remember to keep your beer as full as mine.
Did I remember to say cheers.
Did I at least try to make sure everybody had a good time. Had the best time

Did I remember to stay up late.
Drinking for the fun.
Drinking for the taste.
Did I run outside to kiss the rain under electrical skies.

I'm dying tomorrow
This house, this street, Chicago
I'm dying tomorrow
Did I do it right
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