Roberta James Mitchell

they say i´m a punk,
they said it out loud,
and when all people turned
and looked at me,
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Hold In Cauld Field...
stay in inocence,
is that what you meant
Mr. Salinger?
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you're an orange peel thrown down the window,
i saw you when you fell,
i watched you while you were floating in the water,
next to my boat, in the middle of the sea.....
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what i like the most
it's to lie on my back
and stare at the sky,
to lie on the grass
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i feel like i've been here before,
don't you?
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i stand still knowing nothing about it,
'something big it´s coming'
the crowd it´s impatient, so am i.
'something huge it´s happening'
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it feels weird, its something i already kinda knew
mmmhhh, i dont know,
i knew it was there, but,
for almost a second, im pretty sure,
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lit a cigarette and watch me die;
as you always sit in front of the tv,
now sit in front of me.
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i feel distant and distracted,
it´s like if i was pulled by a magnet,
it´s weird and i like it.
it´s pathetic, but i can´t help it.
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i´m dreaming of solitude.
there´s a meadow surronded by green eyes,
they have a brave attitude,
flowers with mustache,
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i won't sleep 'coz the mounsters are back,
the ones that went away
when you got in my life
they're back 'coz now you're gone
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it's my war aganist myself
it's my war aganist the trends,
it's a war and you'll be afraid,
and tomorrow everything'll end
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i don't have to think
and you don't have to explain,
there is no need for words
when i know what you'll say
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i got a couple of bucks in my hand,
think they'll help me make my way
far away?
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if only i had superpowers
i'd find another thousand ways
to make you cry,
to make you die,
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grown ups always wear gray suits when they work,
they always complain about trafic and weather,
they hate mondays and curse them but love
that they always get paid for working in that awful day.
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it's so hard to find my mind
where did my heart run this time?
i'm so far from the one i cryed,
and he doesn't cry me back.
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i didn't lost my arm
being hero at a war,
i didn't lost my leg
trying to save anyone
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i left my tears on the road,
and a plant grew up
in the place where they fell
it was a sad plant
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she dances like a queen
in a summer night
pagan fest,
twisting and rolling
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