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letra de marmalade skies (outro) - blue saint

[intro]
(as i envision fishing in the sea of life
what i realise, is that life has a day and night)

yo, i just wanna say
thank you all for coming down to pensus, it was nice meeting ya
you know i came to a realisation that life, its got a beginning and end
so its not just about existing, its also about what you tend.. to leave behind
yo, so i just wanna say this

[verse 1]
as i envision, fishing, in the sea of life
i visualise its body twisting
as i swim inside
and whilst i try to ride its honest and torrid tides
i also find i also try to rid my life of all the ties
that’s on the rise, that’s on the constant horizon
that tries to cause caustic demise
but i suppose, if you rock the boat then you capsize
that’s why i
try to stay afloat, and you know why

[pre-chorus]
it’s cos
what i realise is, that life is, lined with
various forms of, demises
it has inclines and declines, but i still climb
life’s ladder so
what you know about i
what know about i (no, no)
what know about i (no, no)

[chorus]
cos as sun sets down low
hits the ground, espouse with brown sh0r-s
i look at marmalade skies and i realise that everything dies
and as i see the sky glow, as it settles down, as the time goes
i look at marmalade skies and i realise that everything dies

[verse 2]
uh, from the womb to the tomb
we all settle
from the cradles to the graves
it’s inevitable
matter fact that fact is, that in practise, life is
inseparable with the, withering
death that sets itself on our steps, but all
the best you can do, is set precedent with the present tense, you find yourself in
and prevent the pestilent peasants that don’t know your presence as a king
(as a king), and as i paddle in, life’s streams, with my paddle in
i realise, that we battling
sl1ck cyclicals that stick like ticks to our encephalon
life’s a reoccurring gene with recurrent seams
each era is of a similar fashion, it seems
so everything soon falls down
i mean, you heard of a bird that never touch ground?
ain’t never heard of bird that fly so high
it don’t ever come down, at sometime

cos as sun sets down low
hits the ground, espouse with brown sh0r-s
i look at marmalade skies…

- blue saint

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