THE QUINSY - Song Of Happiness [CD Sordid Desires] | Текст песни

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• Song Of Happiness [CD Sordid Desires]

Let me see your magic tree
Don't fly around like a bee
I tell you we'll be happy soon
Like monkeys on the Moon
I don't think it's paranoia
I'm so high like a big sequoia
Embrace me now, don't fly away
Come on, enjoy it! Such a beautiful day

If you want to be an angel
You should kill that scary stranger
Who stays alone away from others
Who has forgotten the face of his father
It may be a rainy morning
When everything around seems so boring
Staying in silence, staring down to feet
It's the only way you can get what you need

Maybe in june or at the end of august
We will swim with a wild octopus
We have boats, we have cars
We can even fly to Mars
Maybe it's paranoia
Maybe I'm not a big sequoia
We will never know the truth
We just do what we can do

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