| Here in my place
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| There are those who would like that
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| I spoke too
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| In the silence that is now
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| Feeling like a God
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| It has never been easy for me
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| No, it has never been easy
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| I had never gone this far
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| No more lies, I need a plan B.
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| I should recover
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| And always have the answers here
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| With me, here with me, with me
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| I'm not made to stay long
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| In the crowd in these streets in the dark
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| I go back and amen
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| I enjoy the same
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| I look at the limit
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| But now I can laugh at it
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| And I have the syndrome of who can not wait for anything
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| Entirely and immediately anyway for anything
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| I have already filled in every mea culpa
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| Do a lot of hater then gas for those who masturbate
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| Shout out miracle for some crazy stuff
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| And make me sing too
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| I made it in time to get back
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| Inside a sticky environment like a beehive
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| Whispers blend into a Camel yellow undertone
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| It seems like a competition to see who can no longer shock
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| I'm on the bones of those who were next to me
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| I made a hole above the chest and then put a cap on it
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| I was just looking for understanding and instead I asked for a lot
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| Here people don't even listen to me if I speak
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| I don't know who you are, where you come from, I have to be careful
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| You just leaned out a little and then looked inside me
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| When it's hot you can undress which makes me happy
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| I have ball radiators, you know just for that
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| And I look at the others who take a little while to waving their arms
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| I dreamed of making myself beautiful in front of a photo
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| What I understood a little more hurt me again
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| But it doesn't close like the hole I made in my earlobe
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| Splinters gone mad within the panorama
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| I who basically go mega in para on holidays
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| They say: "You write that you usually learn from you"
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| But I don't want it to be a movie you already know the plot of
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| Who do you already know who is cheating
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| There is only one way to understand that it is not
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| Always what I fear makes me believe in myself
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| If everything were easy I would write nothing special
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| Nothing special
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| There is only one way to understand that it is not
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| Always what I fear makes me believe in myself
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| If everything were easy I would write nothing special
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| Nothing special
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| Here in my place
|
| There are those who would like that
|
| I spoke too
|
| In the silence that is now
|
| Feeling like a God
|
| It has never been easy for me
|
| No, it has never been easy
|
| I had never gone this far
|
| No more lies, I need a plan B.
|
| I should recover
|
| And always have the answers here
|
| With me, here with me, with me
|
| I'm not made to stay long
|
| In the crowd in these streets in the dark
|
| I go back and amen
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| I enjoy the same
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| I look at the limit
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| But now I can laugh at it
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| But now I can laugh at it |