A song about imagination
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fiogf49gjkf0d Arcoiris Gris (Grey Rainbow)
Words don´t mean a thing no more
they´re excuses so you can avoid flying
Dry rivers walk over the sea
and they can not even scream.
Roses looking for rentability,
breezes looking for productivity.
When you´re inside the vulcano
is hard to breathe.
Thousand colors fill my mind
they furnace in me
and dissolve the grey rainbow, grey rainbow,grey rainbow...
Reality is a knife
Happiness is a myth
Deep inside the spyral
I stand still and stop turning.
Thousand colors fill my mind
they furnace in me
and dissolve the grey rainbow, grey rainbow,grey rainbow...
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