 At the parallel lyrics ( Vaya con dios )   
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 Rate At The Parallel
Artist : Vaya con dios
Song : At the parallel
He stands by the doors of the Rex all night
Chain-smoking Celtas His eyes trouble more than
one woman His voice is heavy and deep There's
dirt on the sidewalk And the newsboy yell Nothing
ever changes at the Parallel Nothing ever changes
at the Parallel There 's a girl at the Molino She
wears a leather coat The dust of Barcelona Sticks
to her heals as she walks Trough the door And he
thinks: "What the hell does she come here for?
Maybe she wants me, and that's her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, and that's her way to say it?
Maybe she wants me, but who am I to tell? He
bites his fingernails Scratches his eyebrows
Lights another cigarette Watching the queens of
the street Acting their parody of love And he
feels like he stands by the gates of hell Nothing
ever changes at the Parallel Nothing ever changes
at the Parallel That girl from the Molino Who
wears the leather coat Sits there rockin' slowly
on a chair Gazing dreamly at the door And he
thinks: "What the hell is she looking for? Maybe
she wants me, and that's her way to say it? Maybe
she wants me, and that's her way to say it? Maybe
she wants me, but who am I to tell?"
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