Últimamente esto apesta.
Para hoy dejo una canción que dedico a esas pequeñas púas que, después de haber ido al campo, se quedan aferradas a tus dedos estorbándote. Esas pequeñas molestias que no sirve de nada tratar de quitar, porque nunca las encuentras y, al final, se van solas.
Locked inside your head
Do you realize the things you said
Never made sense?
We can sit here and laugh
But we don't know the half of it,
In your defense
We've been talking a while
And it seems to me each time you smile
Lights are coming on
But they don't burn too strong
And they won't stay for long
And then they're gone again
Funnyman, gotta plan to be something wonderful
Funnyman, listening to the world turning on its sail
Turn it into a brand new universe
Funnyman could never be anything else.
Do you remember the night
When I had to play your angel
Saving your soul?
Even though you were holding on tight
A part of you was taken by then demons below
When no one to lose
Said you feel like a bruise
On a beautiful body.
And all the damage you do
Is so honest and true
I don't want to feel sorry for you
Funnyman, gotta plan to be something wonderful
Funnyman, listening to the world turning on its sail
Turn it into a brand new universe
Funnyman could never be anything else.
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