Tono: G
Introducción:
GandA
G
arriving in boats, black hooded coats
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tormentors climbed into my room
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i crawled under my bed, covered my head
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but they're flushin' me out with a broom
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the leader, she's small, pinned my ass to the wall
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for my seeds or she'd be losin' her past
A
time after time, she'd be readin' my mind
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but she never got the feelin' to last
G
celebrate, celebrate, celebraid it
G
this is the critical mass
so far so good, I heard the other say
G(verse
now the tallest of two, with a brush full of blue
paints surrealist scenes on the wall(fill)