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Flaming Lips There You Are

he made this town There you stand With your bleedin' hands And you don't understand Why you work so goddamn hard To be anything at all There you are And you

Traducció: The Flaming Lips. No és vostè.

he made this town There you stand With your bleedin' hands And you don't understand Why you work so goddamn hard To be anything at all There you are And you

You have a prayer on your lips under the desert sun And a loaded gun You remember That your father said Stay out of trouble son If you're true to yourself

from the opiate shores, tell me, what Thy Lordly name is? That you are not nightmare sewage Some dire powdered drink or inhalation Framed from flames

, you wanted to feel it die Because you know, you would feel your own You would feel your own, but you're remembered You're remembered, you're remembered

You in, I breathe You out You are my oxygen, You are my love You are what life's about You are my oxygen You are my oxygen You are my oxygen You are my oxygen You

That her child was slain She reaches for his picture frame Open up the good book read the scriptures And sighs his name The skies full of flames Streets are

was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say, "You may tax your brawn and brains, but you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate these last remains