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We were a little overwhelmed,
we put our faces to the wind,
to ruffle our hair as we know,
we scream until we drop,
so that they can hear us as far away as possible,
let them know that we are not crying,
we just scream.
We were left somewhat disoriented,
when we smoke and fall asleep,
We always dream that we are alive,
to tell it without waking us up,
always hanging on a fine thread,
At the slightest doubt we fall and wake up.
Above, from our heads they fly
some swallow flies,
but only one slips through a crack.
But above, the stars shine on us,
we ran out of saliva,
I'm sure they are aftereffects of spring.
I can't feel pain anymore,
Now I invent an antidote against bad mood,
I prepare a formula that not even I can understand
to continue dreaming until dawn
I get lost in the fog of this room
To stretch the imagination a little,
that always flies.
I can't feel pain anymore,
Now I invent an antidote against bad mood,
I prepare a formula that not even I can understand
to continue dreaming until dawn
I get lost in the fog of this room
To stretch the imagination a little,
that always flies.
We climb to the highest point,
we rotate 360 degrees,
and we can't find what we're looking for
We settle for continuing searching,
but if it is we rush
because we know what we want,
and what we hate.
Above, from our heads they fly
some swallow flies,
but only one slips through a crack.
But above, the stars shine on us,
we ran out of saliva,
I'm sure they are aftereffects of spring.
I can't feel pain anymore,
Now I invent an antidote against bad mood,
I prepare a formula that not even I can understand
to continue dreaming until dawn
I get lost in the fog of this room
To stretch the imagination a little,
that always flies.
I can't feel pain anymore,
Now I invent an antidote against bad mood,
I prepare a formula that not even I can understand
to continue dreaming until dawn
I get lost in the fog of this room
To stretch the imagination a little,
that always flies.
I can't feel pain anymore,
Now I invent an antidote against bad mood,
I prepare a formula that not even I can understand
to continue dreaming until dawn
I get lost in the fog of this room
To stretch the imagination a little,
that always flies.
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