I Don't Think You Hurt
Burn, burn, burn down in a blaze of glory
Learn, learn, to throw back to your made up stories.
And if it's real, change your looks & burn your books,
Until you feel, there's no way back.
Sun, sun, shine on her to lift that curse and
Beat, beat, beat that addiction and sail on.
And if it's real, change your looks & burn your books,
Until you feel, there's no way back.
And if you think it's easy then come on over & be me,
coz I don't think you hurt, coz I don't think you hurt
No Creo Que Te Lastimes
Quema, quema, arde en una llamarada de gloria
Aprende, aprende, a devolver tus historias inventadas.
Y si es real, cambia tu aspecto y quema tus libros,
Hasta que sientas, que no hay vuelta atrás.
Sol, sol, brilla sobre ella para levantar esa maldición y
Vence, vence, vence esa adicción y sigue adelante.
Y si es real, cambia tu aspecto y quema tus libros,
Hasta que sientas, que no hay vuelta atrás.
Y si crees que es fácil entonces ven y sé yo,
porque no creo que te lastimes, porque no creo que te lastimes
Escrita por: Colin Fraser