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letra de technicolor tears - tanksley

[verse 1]
i left a smile
waiting for you
in candlelit we’re in
lines really rush in now

[verse 2]
suffered words
whisk through the door
your face plays defense again
against wicked love and foe

[chorus]
american in hand
living on a sorry prayer
wonderful water
wash over the hour
who am i and will my children be as blue?
suddenly i’m crying onto
friends, we’ve all failed to [?] sometimes
handle with care and not divide

[bridge]
simulation’s almost over love
could you be the one i died for
bе the one i cried for, oh
tеchnicolor tears i bought
harder than i died for
the me and you at 16
the moon is pulling us the same
and the end fear, all the weakness
ebb and flow, my dear
[chorus]
american in hand
living on a sorry prayer
wonderful water
wash over the hour
who am i and will my children be as blue?
suddenly i’m crying onto
borrowed skin, face of god
handle with care and not divide

[bridge]
simulation’s almost over love
could you be the one i died for
be the one i cried for, oh
technicolor tears i bought
harder than i died for
the me and you at 16
the moon is pulling us the same
and the end fear, all the weakness
ebb and flow, my dear

[outro]
march for love, hand-in-hand with mankind down darker
i’ll go, headlight, candle, celebrate your life
born again this morning
and hope to our memoir, your heart with moments sublime (moments sublime, moments sublime)
tell them who you are
double [?], i’m the pied piper
fluting fan, i’m a-right swimming in the mire
i can almost see out of the glass
i make it out
a little boy who never played in the grass
i was [?] yet only rose-red grass
and glasses from the fountain of youth
never passed out in class
too busy hiding the truth
blame blame and restrained imagination
i played a root[?]
pushed a b-tton, i’m slain by the taste of fertilizer
rewind, rewind and -n-lyze so much
i believe my tastebuds apologizing for being a sore thumb
i saw when the shame fell in high school hallways
always on my way to social studies
so, tell me what’s wrong today
what’s wrong?
well i’m running [?] to the ground like ron swanson
swallowing pounds of vitamin d, [?]
still running from the sun like no melanin vampire
these nuts dry from [?]
i live in the shower
spill my guts until spring
i’m too clean
i’m scarred often
trying to wash the god off of me like richard dawkins
you never taught me that everybody got it
social studies is word [?] for black boys
studies for wrong black poets
chalk if he hopscotch
chalk if he walk towards
chalk if he turn back
chalk if he olaf, hold off, sold off
[?] so soft
cops caught the quarter
reportedly he dozed off on the trigger finger
awoke, he slits his own soul with excuses like “who saw?”
who?
the borrowed skin, the face of god
the borrowed skin, the face of god
now i’m the man of hour
excellent, ka-kow powder with ka-pow [?] surface
this is my life
not a hundred year sentence
and oh, did i mention: quit crying if you got time
raise the water, let’s help the sun rise
wonderful water replenish the power
’cause i swear
on the black of my hand
on the black of my mind
[?]
i’ll make you proud of
i’ll make you proud

- tanksley

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