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letra de how are you? - tim sweeney

[intro]
hi (oh, hi)
my name’s tim (nice to meet you)
how are you (i wanna hear about you)
oh really? (yeah)
how am i? (yeah)
well…

how are you?
it’s my time, no it ain’t
i’m fly like a feather, covered in paint
who’s the artist? well, it should be fate
but it ain’t, it’s hate, yeah hate
well, hate meet da vinci
michaelangelo and vinny
they’re all italians living in the city
but this city isn’t new york, it’s
a wonderful town called florence, it’s gorgeous
and i’m just sitting on the couch now
while the loudspeaker shouts out
bow down
and i’m gonna stand up tall till
my back gets sore still, all real
in reality, the fallacies of casualties
are mixed with infidelities
and shattered stars whole galaxies
but i swear that the supernovas
are brighter than all of the old ones, i told ya
that the one that shines the brightest
is the one who knows king midas
and the one who swears he’s “the tightest”
loosened his hold on shyness
i kissed, fate, right in her face
and she said that i’ll be okay then
i wished, hate would be displaced
then we would all be okay then
satan just really needs a/c
and santa is really just an anagram
cause they both wear red and give you things
connect the dots, god d-mn, i’m going ham
going ham isn’t cool for vegetarians
i wonder if they go tofu
red and green, is christmas rastafarian?
oh yeah! no yellow, will gold do?
hope to, see you next holiday
next year i swear to give it all away
i miss you, you know im just a call away
i wanna pick your brain, eat it up gnaw away (nahh, wait)
i’m a human, let’s do this the proper way
and i never said a proper goodbye…
and that night was the saddest i’ve ever been
i really wish that goodbye
could have been the last thing that i said to him
but at least i wasn’t her online
chattin cause she lost her friend
she was home alone, i felt so bad
her best friend was wearing a toe tag
and i’m sad about a bunch of motions
and notions, but best believe i don’t show it
no my bl–dy hands couldn’t fill a whole ocean
but best believe they couldn’t soak it
or at least soak in it
the wrong side of winning
but i’m not kiddin’
i’m not stalin im pausin’
red, but not a soviet like lenin
ha! that’s me from the begginin
bad jokes bad jokes bad jokes lies
i told her to get in my ride
she said that i was not fly
then i turned and said that’s right
she stopped, she paused
she watched in awe
as i drove away out of sight
i woke up in my bed and realized
that i had some crazy dreams last night…

[outro]
so to answer your question, i’m all right, how are you?

- tim sweeney

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