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Look like a Fool
03:51
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Some that came, days after, from the trees (yeh)
said "keep your ears wide open so your eyes will see"
And I saw my mum calling singing "I love you,
but sometimes you look like a fool"
Some that came from out space said to me (yeh)
"you better learn to love this life, cause there are things that are hard to see"
And I saw my baby calling singing "boy, I will always be true,
but sometimes you look like a fool"
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2. |
Cuático
04:03
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I got some good ways, but they're often denied
Though they're not cool, make me feel fine
Take me where I lost my eyes,
from there I can't see, so it would be alright
I went back to school and I looked at my class,
then looked at myself and I wasn't alive
well, seems it's getting out of hands
I'd get on my knees, but I'm not of that kind
Floating on a river, I'm coming out of this world
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3. |
Couch on a Field
03:39
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There's a couch on a field, at a side of the road
Saw hundreds of people walking like jesus,
lined in a row. Where did they go?
Now dance till the sun comes,
then find their way back
to their homes
The dead song!
There's a couch on a field, at a side of the road
Saw hundreds of people walking like Jesus,
lined in a row. Where did they go?
Now dance till the sun comes,
then find their way back
to their tombs
The dead song!
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4. |
Mad Bunch
08:19
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Enough to try it,
you're gonna see it,
oh mate, this century
is kid-killing
We're going to say "hey!
you're gonna see me!"
Oh mate, this century
is killing me
Enough to try it,
you're gonna see it,
oh mate, this century
is kid-killing
We live by flowers
to die on our knees,
oh mate, this century
is killing me
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5. |
Someone Uknown
03:48
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When they come here for me,
please don't give them my name,
say you talked to someone unknown
Don't believe any word
they will say about me,
I'm just trying to leave that place
But if you let me say,
you should to run away,
I will be where the rain won't fall
Take a look all around,
just believe in your soul
You're alone and I just can't wait
We will be like the sand,
running with the wind, we will beat the rocks
When they come here for me,
please don't give them my name,
say you talked to someone unknown
But if you wanna stay,
bring your life with your hands,
they wiill just try to turn you mad
They won't see in your lips
what a saw in the stars
and they won't understand your song
If someday you realize
they're laughing too much
Well I hope you find time for a change
We will be like the sand,
running with the wind, we will beat the rocks
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Psicodelia ☯ BCN // Nuevo LP via Bcore y Famèlic Records el próximo 19 de Octubre.
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