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El Portal
04:29
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La monocromía de la gente y la ciudad entiendo puede cansar
Qué tal si te digo que he escuchado de un lugar que es diferente
Si pruebas su pasto te sabrá a maracuyá, sus piedras son de cristal
Cada fantasía que puedas imaginar está presente
Y buscamos el portal a esa alterna realidad fuente de excentricidad
Paraíso sensorial, estructura similar con un giro surreal
Ahora te preguntas la manera de llegar, incluso si existirá
Una melodía es la que te transportará, abre tu mente
Y encontramos el portal a esa alterna realidad fuente de excentricidad
Paraíso sensorial, estructura similar con un giro surreal
Y encontramos el portal a esa alterna realidad fuente de excentricidad
Paraíso sensorial, estructura similar con un giro surreal
Esto apenas comenzó, solo una degustación ¿Estás listo para el show?
No podrás decir que no previamente se te advirtió qué había dentro del portal
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When the music opened her brain she couldn't hide it, she felt the colors born
I said, it is not a trick honey, everything's supposed to fly
Then she kissed the guy that tells everyone I won't lie to you
While my heart was getting warm with her coffee waiting in the next room
Sometimes it's true, you put the rope around your neck
And then you take a look at all the things you did
And you don't know how to express yourself
And you don't know whether to tell someone or keep quiet
Oh she kissed the guy that tells everyone I won't lie to you
While my heart was getting warm with her coffee waiting in the next room
Sometimes it's true, you put the rope around your neck
And then you take a look at all the things you did
And you don't know how to express yourself
And you don't know whether to tell someone or keep quiet
Brother, how you dare to trip for a girl that can't see beyond?
One who doesn't care or appreciate the world in your head
Remember, you were meant for bigger things, don't lose yourself tonight
So take your guitar and stroke those chords and make the Earth ignite
Blow the logic away, wash away all the pain, open the gate
Show them, show them people what's inside, hold the majesty of your mind
Soak them up in color shades
Open your soul to the world
Open your soul to the world
Open your soul to the world
Open your soul to the world
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Citrus Relief
04:27
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Who doesn't feel sometimes the need to shout to the man to stop the ride?
And who doesn't think that time isn't fair to those who can't run so fast?
And who doesn't need a minute to grasp all of the things happening around?
So take a deep breath, relax, let go
Sing away the stress and troubles
Who doesn't like the beautiful sound of cracking a beer to rest the mind?
And who doesn't want a reason to laugh the worries out?
So why don't you try to forget for a while that problem you can't put aside?
So take a quick break, just stop, it's okay
Dance away the stress and troubles
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4. |
You Feel Happy
05:01
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Everyone is having fun while I'm staring at the wall, yeah
They may think I'm feeling down but I just love this song
You feel happy but you are in the way
You feel happy but you are in the way
You feel happy but you are in the way
You feel happy but you are in the way
I hope they don't misconceive, I do actually enjoy, yeah
I know I look like a stone but I should contain my soul
You feel happy but you are in the way
You feel happy but you are in the way
You feel happy but you are in the way
You feel happy but you are in the way
Why do you keep locking yourself up?
There's a spot for you to shine
Why do you keep closing the curtains?
Don't you think it's selfish?
Why do you keep locking yourself up?
There's a spot for you to shine
Why do you keep closing the curtains?
Don't you think it's selfish?
Why do you keep locking yourself up?
There's a spot for you to shine
Why do you keep closing the curtains?
Don't you think it's selfish?
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Los Flanger Mingos Cholula, Mexico
Dos vecinos haciendo Rock Mexicodélico
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