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This is who I want to be
03:36
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My heart was a little girl
so afraid of the dark
But now that my walls are down
Through the windows comes the light
My heart’s like
a little bird who's
left his cage behind
it’s flying around the world and shining
like a million suns.
This is who I want to be all the time
This is who I want to be all the time
My heart was mute and shy
You could never make him talk
Now he’s chatty and knows the right word
Can't stop saying: love, love, love
My heart’s like
a little bird who
left his cage behind
it’s flying around the world and shining
like a million suns.
This is who I want to be all the time
This is who I want to be all the time
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2. |
Remember we are strong
03:49
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Sometimes life makes you feel
Porcupines grow under your skin
Every ghost has come to hunt you down
No castle to run to
Will you take this from me
We’re supposed to go down that road
Only to remember we are strong
We are fighters
Bring it on, cause that vision of the world
Is a lie
Sometimes life makes you crawl
The tunnel’s narrow can’t see the door
Every bullet seems to aim at you
No trenches to run to
Will you take this from me
We’re supposed to go down that road
Only to remember we are strong
We are fighters, my friend
Bring it on, cause that vision of the world
Is a lie
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3. |
Your skin is my shelter
03:43
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Your skin is my shelter
that I wear like a coat…
Inside we can whisper
inside it is so warm
Your skin is my shelter
I slide towards its edge
I cherish each wrinkle
I conquer each bend
… but it’s gone, it’s gone
It’s gone
Your skin is my shelter
it sings under my lips
as sudden as comets
as golden as bees.
Your skin is my shelter
my map of every coast:
it’s my wreck, it’s my mermaid,
my compass, my dock.
… but it’s gone, it’s gone
It’s gone
And the lighthouse where I keep the air to breathe
is off, lost in the darkness of the sea
And I pray that I can raise above the storm
‘cause your skin is my shelter
and I just want to go home
… but it’s gone, it’s gone
It’s gone
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4. |
Cold, so cold
03:40
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Is there
someone out here?
I wander in the mist
Run into a dry lake
This must be the place
Where hearts go to die
Look at them all scratched
And cold, so cold
This time you tried
to stand still on the cliff
and not look down
Shivering,
I dig in the ground
There must be a root
something alive and green
This must be the place
Where dreams go to die
Look at them all scattered
And cold… and cold is
This knife
that cuts both
your wings and
you fall down.
This knife
that cuts both
your wings and
you fall down.
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5. |
The city knew
04:33
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The city opened up when he showed it to me
Warm and gentle like a home
And I wonder, yes I wonder…
We rode around the streets on his motorbike
(I was) too embarrassed to hold him tight
And I wonder, yes I wonder…
He didn’t ask a thing
He didn’t touch my skin
But there was something there
(that) only eyes could say…
And I wonder...
He told me about the buildings we saw while
I took some photographs
And I wonder
Our last tour on the city was on a bus
And I didn’t want to part
And I wonder…
And I wonder if the city knew.
If that day on its streets we were only fools.
He didn’t ask a thing
He didn’t touch my skin
But there was something there only eyes could say.
I still wonder…
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6. |
70 times (calypso)
02:58
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If I had nothing to do 70 times a day
I would come out with the clue to get us far away
I’d build a plane out of spoon that would run over the sand
and I would urge you inside… 70 times…
Cause I want us to be like that
flying high as satellites
I want us to sail through the milky way
and cut a hole into time
And if you were not convinced, then I would try to show you
far away deserts and seas… turtles would say “hello”
If after that trip you would still want to remain at home
then I would leave you behind… 70 times
Cause I want us to be like that
flying high as satellites
I want us to sail through the milky way
and cut a hole into time
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7. |
And the truth is this
04:16
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Lately, on this carroussel
that I used to love
rides seem not to be such fun
and sky won’t turn down.
And the truth is all these things are not amusing anymore
The ghost train does not scare at all
I laughed… it’s sad
And popcorn just won’t do the trick
How weird is that?
And the truth is all these things are not exciting anymore
If this fire means I’m ready to fall
Let this fire shine out, shine out in everyone
Rollercoaster seems so boring
I am trying with paragliding
To check out the stir
Someone told me of bungee jumping
Not sure it’ll get my heart pumping
But I need the thrill
And the truth is this: you make me tremble.
If this fire means I’m ready to fall
Let this fire shine out, shine out in everyone
If this fire means I’m ready to love
Let this fire shine out, shine out in everyone
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8. |
Cursing all the trees
03:47
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If you can’t row no more and you won’t make it to the shore
just say the word and you can count on my hands
When you have lost your breath and you find no air to speak
or to walk ahead you know that… you can count on my lungs
But you go on... cursing all the trees
If some of your old wounds suddenly would start to bleed
you know that you can count on my medicine
And if you don’t like those sunny, stupid, perfect days when
nothing goes wrong… then you can count on my mistakes
But you go on... cursing all the trees
If at night you feel like the ceiling’s falling over your head
and you’re unable to sleep then you can count on my sheep (1,2,3,4…)
When you’re all pissed off, all pissed off and at war against yourself
you can count on my grenades you can count on my ambulance
But you go on... cursing all the trees
You go on cursing all the trees, you go on cursing all the trees
You go on cursing all the trees, you go on cursing all the trees
Don’t, don’t, don’t go on, don’t go on
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Tremolina Seville, Spain
Diana P.: voz, guitarra
Valentín: Batería y coros
Juanca: Trompeta
María: Viola
Guille: Sintetizador
Ale: Sinte y bases.
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