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Lyrics:
It's hard to sleep when you don't really want to.
Slowly creeping through the doubts that keep you awake all the night.
I'll try to make you realize that I'm not the one you're looking
for some reason that I don't want to know.
I don't want to fight or to have an argument until late at night,
so turn off the light so I can't see the prison reflected in your eyes.
The Bloody Mary's after lunch, your belly button's diamond,
the colour of the walls before the crack; after the moan.
Misbehaving, not to see everything that frightens me.
Sing an old song, sweet caressing until the apogee
and remember when your heart was a kind of shelter
when the days were black, when I couldn't stand my inner lack
for reasons that I still don't know.
Did you hear the crack when all the fears started to attack?
When the backs were bleeding for the stabs
that we both gave as a 'don't come back'.
When I want you, you don't want me;
it is quite frustrating.
When you want me I don't want you;
it's the game we're playing.
When I want you, you don't want me;
funny hesitation.
When you want me, I don't want you;
misfortune's our nation.
Yes, we met at the wrong time
and all that's left are empty bottles and
the colour of the walls.
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Title The Colour Of The Walls
Lyrics:
It's hard to sleep when you don't really want to.
Slowly creeping through the doubts that keep you awake all the night.
I'll try to make you realize that I'm not the one you're looking
for some reason that I don't want to know.
I don't want to fight or to have an argument until late at night,
so turn off the light so I can't see the prison reflected in your eyes.
The Bloody Mary's after lunch, your belly button's diamond,
the colour of the walls before the crack; after the moan.
Misbehaving, not to see everything that frightens me.
Sing an old song, sweet caressing until the apogee
and remember when your heart was a kind of shelter
when the days were black, when I couldn't stand my inner lack
for reasons that I still don't know.
Did you hear the crack when all the fears started to attack?
When the backs were bleeding for the stabs
that we both gave as a 'don't come back'.
When I want you, you don't want me;
it is quite frustrating.
When you want me I don't want you;
it's the game we're playing.
When I want you, you don't want me;
funny hesitation.
When you want me, I don't want you;
misfortune's our nation.
Yes, we met at the wrong time
and all that's left are empty bottles and
the colour of the walls.
Work type Music
Tags the lievens, rock, indie
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Identifier 1612090074619
Entry date Dec 9, 2016, 9:08 AM UTC
License Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0
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Author. Holder Alex Cañero Marchena. Date Dec 9, 2016.
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