domingo, 27 de marzo de 2011

sentirnos sin tocarnos

Feeling without touching
oh, feel us, we're all laughing
with the angel clowns
oh see me, see me laugh
laugh, laugh myself away
away, away from doubt

my crown is tipped up
my world is zipped up tight
that's how I'm sane and sound
with touchable ornaments placed around
like eyes, and teeth
we shine like gold and diamonds, oh
we smile, we smile
we smile, we can't be ruined, no

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