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Siete pisos

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Seven Storeys

Seven storeys
A lift for ease
Though it isn't working now

Seven stories
Shortened for these
All have the same ending anyhow

Purple hazes
Yellow daisies
I didn't know you were down and out

Come outside
And join me
We'll go drive around the roundabout

Jaded faces
Young boy chases
What evades his grasp
Gives him doubt

They can never find their way off the roundabout

Undecided
Uninspired
Soul that died
It will never get out

They can never find their way off the roundabout

Unfair labels
Kitchen tables
Children's fables all around

Shattered window
Hopes are binned
Though they will live on underground

Seven stories
Shortened for ease
All of their time is running out

Seven storeys
Brought to their knees
No one can get off the roundabout

Jaded faces
Young boy chases
What evades his grasp
Gives him doubt

They can never find their way off the roundabout

Undecided
Uninspired
Soul that died
It will never get out

They can never find their way off the roundabout

Seven storeys
A lift for ease
Though it isn't working now

Purple hazes
Yellow daisies
I didn't know you were down and out

Seven stories
Shortened for these
All have the same ending anyhow

Won't you come outside
And join me
We'll go drive around the roundabout
And never get out

Siete pisos

Siete pisos
Un ascensor para mayor comodidad
Aunque no está funcionando ahora

Siete historias
Acortadas para estos
Todos tienen el mismo final de todos modos

Neblinas moradas
Margaritas amarillas
No sabía que estabas mal

Sal afuera
Y únete a mí
Iremos a dar vueltas por la rotonda

Rostros cansados
Joven persigue
Lo que escapa de su alcance
Le da dudas

Nunca pueden encontrar la salida de la rotonda

Indeciso
Sin inspiración
Alma que murió
Nunca saldrá

Nunca pueden encontrar la salida de la rotonda

Etiquetas injustas
Mesas de cocina
Cuentos infantiles por todas partes

Ventana destrozada
Las esperanzas se desechan
Aunque vivirán bajo tierra

Siete historias
Acortadas para mayor comodidad
Todo su tiempo se está acabando

Siete pisos
Llevados a sus rodillas
Nadie puede salir de la rotonda

Rostros cansados
Joven persigue
Lo que escapa de su alcance
Le da dudas

Nunca pueden encontrar la salida de la rotonda

Indeciso
Sin inspiración
Alma que murió
Nunca saldrá

Nunca pueden encontrar la salida de la rotonda

Siete pisos
Un ascensor para mayor comodidad
Aunque no está funcionando ahora

Neblinas moradas
Margaritas amarillas
No sabía que estabas mal

Siete historias
Acortadas para estos
Todos tienen el mismo final de todos modos

¿No saldrás afuera
Y te unirás a mí?
Iremos a dar vueltas por la rotonda
Y nunca saldremos

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