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Alan Sutton y las criaturitas de la ansiedad
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I'm not happy
But I'm not sad either
And it's not that it doesn't affect me
Everything you told me
It's just that I feel like I can't get there
We made the gods impossible to reach
And maybe it's simpler
Hand in pockets
And a song to whistle
I don't know why I complicate things
If in the end it will surely go wrong
I want to see you after three
Still naked and in bed
And let's leave everything else
For tomorrow
Tomorrow
I'm not happy
At least not all the time
I distrust the prophet
Who always says he is happy
Because if this world has to turn
On one side it will be daytime
And on the other side darkness
I already know that there is no sense
It doesn't matter if I cry or laugh
But today I prefer to laugh
And when tomorrow I cry
I will still have the flowers
That we let die
Two by two
Ah ah ah
I already know that there is no sense
(I already know)
And that my body is not even mine
(My body is mine)
I will have to return it
And when you cry tomorrow
You will still have the flowers
That we let live
Both
And maybe it's simpler
Hands in pockets
And a song to whistle
I don't know why I complicate things
If in the end
I'm sure I'm sick
I want to see you after three
Still naked and in bed
And let's leave everything else
And let's leave everything else
For tomorrow
For tomorrow
(A whistling song)
And maybe it's simpler
(For tomorrow)
And maybe it's simpler
(I want to see you) (x100)