: (J. M. Cano) Dali se desdibuja Tirita su burbuja Al descontar latidos Dali se decolora Porque esta lavadora No distingue tejidos El se da cuenta Y
a poet and a friend in a man's life he will take a fall but how low he goes it just depends he's shooting dope in the men's room at the station daly
Dada dali goodbye, dada dali don't sigh Your soft alarm clocks quake me So boil your beans and meet me at perignon station Crutch me dali again, lobster
I've seen your face, in the frame The cobwebs on the ceiling I count the days and wasted years That left me with this feeling I'm growing cold and tired
Heavenly skies of fate Restore the silver gleam To this rusted lot that borrows gloom Let the sun fill our eyes with gold again As we age among the towers
Frozen from the sunlight And burning from the cold Reciting contradictions On this dead-end road He tries to keep his balance Tries to not look scared
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Close the door behind you Hide from yourself Destined to fall down Praying for help Pain embraces me Holding me back I was in envy Fragile intact Truth
King of the stage Slave to the mirror He passes the time In a struggle with fear How can you turn away time after time? There's always somebody waiting
The light remains on tonight A blanket is my shield Right from the start, I'm falling Slow motion, I try to scream Nobody hears the muted cries Dreams
Living everyday Trapped behind the walls And it's something you defend Pain is in your eyes You're holding back the tears So why is it that you pretend
I wait for emotion For what I feel, for what I see To fear myself, to fear illusion The more they love, the more I bleed I will decide The sun will
Is there something I don?t know? Are there secrets you won?t show? Even after all this time, you cheat on me, pretend we?re fine You know I can?t stand
and a friend In a man's life he will take a fall But how low he goes it just depends Yeah, he's shooting dope in the men's room At the station Daly
Away from the rivers we gather our things for tonight. apart from the ocean the smell of this worn away machine carrys her away. alone i said to myself
it was some kind of happening Some kind of happening Some kind of happening Some kind of happening Salvador Dali's garden party Salvador Dali's garden
Gomen ne sunao ja nakute Yume no naka nara ieru Shikou kairo wa shotto sunzen Ima sugu aitai yo Nakitaku naru you-na Moonlight Denwa mo dekinai Midnight
