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If i was a bird
04:12
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If I was a bird
I wouldn't mind the time
For time is a number
And birds can't count
And I would fly above this valley of green
And blue tangerines
If I was a river
I would find my own way
Around the trees
They would never notice me
And I would make them rise so tall and proud
And fuse with the sky
If I was today
Oh the things I would see
I'd breath calm and conscious
Of what it means to be me
But instead I'm yesterday and tomorrow
But I'm just a human
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Untitled
03:45
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Lyrics:
Maybe I'm a sinking stone
A rocket made of gold
A prisoner too bold
Bed clothes soaked in candle light
Covering my pride
And even though I tried
My bed is not too wide
So I'll have to let you go with the tide
Keep an eye on me as I sleep
I may use my dreams
(Those meandering streams)
I will plan an escapade
And then the plan will fade
And even though I prayed
Instants will be shade
And then, all that will be left
The things I made
Just a blade of grass
A pebble dreaming of being glass
Maybe, not today
But who am I?
Who am I to say?
But anyway,
The Earth just spins
And I just play
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Tomorrow I will beat a train in his line
Tomorrow I’ll eat my vegetables and feel fine
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow is mine
And for your tomorrows I wouldn’t give a dime
My friend here by my side, he’s so strange to me
His days and his nights are the same and one thing
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow like the buzz of a bee
Tomorrow is far less appealing than a girl on her knees
Tomorrow is just a shadow in the back of my mind
My my my body on caffeine keeps it by my side
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow wants me to decide
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow calls himself a friend of mine
I will become a loon
If I wake up again inside that tomb
And my private moon
Says ͞how you doin’?͟ in her tune
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow is a friend of mine
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow is a friend of mine
Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow
tomorrow tomorrow Tomorrow is now!
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Mi guarida intemporal
03:22
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Las paredes han absorbido toda la luz
Debe de ser tarde
No recuerdo cuando salió el sol
Aquí, en mi guarida intemporal
Aquí, donde reina la soledad
Y si se abren caminos ante mi
Sendas de imaginación
Que nunca hallarán un fin
Aquí, en mi guarida intemporal
Aquí, donde no cabe un viaje más
Fuego, sueños y desamor
Rondan callados a ojos del exterior
Y si me pierdo no dudaré en quemar el mapa
Que me devuelva a lo normal que es mi vida
Ya se perfilan sombras a mi alrededor
La mía sigue creciendo
Mientras yo no paro de encoger
Aquí, en mi guarida intemporal
Aquí, donde nadie me oirá pensar
Fuego, sueños y desamor
Rondan callados a ojos del exterior
Y si me pierdo no dudaré en quemar el mapa
Que me devuelva a la eterna obligación que es mi vida
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