Letra de Daylight
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singing daylight song and looking stranger under the sun.
articulate but dumb...or something like that...
you all call it fun, but i hate it and i run.
articulate but dumb...or something like that...
you all call it fun, but i hate it and i run.
security - there is none...
scream "i want to kill myself and everybody else."
you commit this to memory;
i can't figure out what's wrong with me
maybe i'll get it later,
but i'm doomed as soon as the pen hits the paper...
we believe the strangest things
i don't think you can tell us that we're wrong
[though you tried all along].
so stare all you want... your approval - i don't need it.
as for my diploma - i never want to see it.
most of my life hasn't been that long...
i suppose it would be easy to compromise ourselves,
but we haven't got the time.
this may be "out" but i have nothing to sell,
so anything would be fine.
and yeah, i learned some new chords,
what the hell...i got bored.
wouldn't change, couldn't change my mind.
and as Larry's saying he's old, i'm remembering things i stole, and Scott's looking unfocused cobalt blue
[yeah, heroes die and fools do too].
Chris don't know what to make of us,
wondering if it's worth the fuss.
yeah it is, what the hell else have you got to do?
and we sing...
scream "i want to kill myself and everybody else."
you commit this to memory;
i can't figure out what's wrong with me
maybe i'll get it later,
but i'm doomed as soon as the pen hits the paper...
we believe the strangest things
i don't think you can tell us that we're wrong
[though you tried all along].
so stare all you want... your approval - i don't need it.
as for my diploma - i never want to see it.
most of my life hasn't been that long...
i suppose it would be easy to compromise ourselves,
but we haven't got the time.
this may be "out" but i have nothing to sell,
so anything would be fine.
and yeah, i learned some new chords,
what the hell...i got bored.
wouldn't change, couldn't change my mind.
and as Larry's saying he's old, i'm remembering things i stole, and Scott's looking unfocused cobalt blue
[yeah, heroes die and fools do too].
Chris don't know what to make of us,
wondering if it's worth the fuss.
yeah it is, what the hell else have you got to do?
and we sing...
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