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letra de blond - unconxious.

24/12/2018

mother: “alfredo say something to caillou”
father: “merry christmas caillou, enjoy yourself, be happy”
mother: “and now your brother…”
brother: “feliz c-mple, eh, feliz navidad caillou”
(okay)
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met her when i was young, our history is hard to sum
some summers spent and summers spend
did rights and wrongs, the sun left like nights in blonde
tried to forget not reignite, was all in vain
while on shrooms, you were my skyline to
might pretend is all okay, light a cigarette
but i see your eyes and i realize
i want to be close to you
i want to be close to you

wish i could be myself and you could be yourself
not to be only influenced to speak under the influence
depends on the pen and the fragrance of herb
while she’s around with her friends loses self-control
sometimes the pain is plain, it hurts marlboro
other times it’s pretty sweet although i’m solo
last pack of nicotine
i could fill your hollow, know i only see your halo
i could feel your hollow, know i only see your halo

i thought you should know i adore you even though i was never there to hold you
i’m always thinking if i should call you cause we haven’t talked in a few
high when i’m high and i’m low, high always high but i’m falling for you
high when i’m high and i’m low, high always high but i’m falling for you

shifting floor and shifting roles
sniffing sound and different odors
praying to not forget what’s important to keep live in order
realized i’m a mortal and should stick to my morals
not shift thru the moments
you’re my time and you know it
you’re my time and you know it

no need to read in between the lines, she’s keen in mind
keeps in mind why i smile every time she glances at me
hiding behind whatever face i could find so she wouldn’t mind
finally i confirm she’s happy and fine
happy, when she’s smiles and i can see her fine lines
often drinks wine so she can rewind and drink wine and re-live life as the child she left behind
cause i know she’s wild to escape the vile that piles up when one’s not the pilot
i’m in denial, i’m not ent-tled to her mild smell and the beauty of her eyelids
that cover those islands surrounded by ice blue over lows and highs, mostly highs when low
who are you? you are art to me, is hard to see some beauty
she starts to startle me and then she leaves
hope i can beat the odds, so we can pair up and be a part of each other’s heart

compete against the complexity of the concrete city
compete against the complexity of the concrete city

- unconxious

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