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You you you what do you mean?
I, I ,I just sing for me He does´t want to feel
The music than i bring...bring...bring
Action,reaction it´s the color of the celebration
Emotion,devotion,it´s the brain of the revolution
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Someone’s blowing
Paper windmills in my mind
Pull the blinders
Let me see the endless skies
Night is raging
Need to scream and feel alive
Would you come with me?
Are you standing right beside me?
Stars are shining bright
Are you breathing right beside me?
Life can shine so bright
Someone’s building
Skin horizons in my hands
Blow the embers
Let your fears melt by the fire
Time is aging
Need to dream and feel alive
Would you come with me?
Are you beating right inside me?
Night is shining bright
Are you feeling right beside me?
Life can shine so bright
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Hoy que es nuestro aniversario
te voy a regalar
después del té
plastidecor de 24
y un cuaderno sin fin
sin goma de borrar
para que nunca dejes de colorear
colorear como acostumbras
cada música que
te gusta oír
ver cómo siempre que uno espera
termina por salir
y ahora a dibujar
escribe años sin parar de colorear
Cada minuto que se va son arrugas en la frente
cada dibujo que vendrá son historias para siempre
son mares y soles
son tardes y gente
luces que iluminan
castillos sin dientes
Hoy que es nuestro aniversario
podemos escuchar
después del té
todos los discos que compramos
que nos hicieron ser
lo que ahora ves
mientras tú pintas puedo yo
tocar otra vez
Canciones que nos llevarán
a un lugar de mil colores
música que hoy eliges tu
transformando mis temores en
nubes con cara de
dibujos animados
en niños con alas
en Música Crónica
en Música Crónica
en Música Crónica
en Música Crónica
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CLARA PLATH - Little Sue
02:27
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If you want to be shy
you don't have to be kind
It is later , I know
your fathers are waiting for your call to go home
If you look so strange,
I remember your face
I tell you, my doll
your mother is crazy, in this case, to get home
I promise the world
and wonder
if you parents are ready to carry on
If you want to be shy
you don.t have to be kind
If you want to be shy
you don.t have to be kind
Uh Bababa uh
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Daddy Stop
Give me a hug with your heart
And don't blame me now
Don't let me go
Please deliver me of you religion for now
And don't tell tales
From your mouth
So please daddy stop
I don't want complications
I don't want revolutions
You and me a the gun between us
Oh no, daddy start to point me, daddy start to hurt me
You and me and my dirty gun
Mom is crying
She have the time sitck on the wall
With my tears of blood, with my prefer song
Please save me and take my music in a cupboard
And give me peace with your hands
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Música Crónica Barcelona, Spain
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