Why, Santana, why? Yours was the last show of the SB Bowl season, why you gotta make me go out like that? Why'd you have your people hand me that
bogus contract to sign? Why you tryin' to steal my art? I thought you were an artist too? Now I just think you are a thief. What happened to the light, joy, love and understanding? Why'd you make me have to choose to walk away from the last show of the season? From now on, whenever your music reaches my ears... it will leave a bad taste in my mouth.
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