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Maquillaje

The Silent Years

Makeup

(I don't know is correct)

Something's wrong with my make-up
Something's wrong with down deep in here
I don't know if I'll wake up
I don't know but somehow it's there
As clear, as clear

This formation seems crooked
I think the walls ain't parallel in here
It's changing shapes and its contents
Augmantation they cover always
As clear, as clear

Soucers indicate they're slipping away, oh
Maybe you and I could chase it
Still some believe we've got tricks up your sleeve, oh
Baby you and I could fake it
As clear

Something's wrong with my make-up
Thoughts of change become a constant fear
I don't know if I'll wake up
I don't know but somehow it stays
As clear, as clear

Soucers indicate they're slipping away, oh
Maybe you and I could chase it
Still some believe we've got tricks up your sleeve, oh
Baby you and I could fake it
As clear, as clear

Something's wrong with my make-up
Maybe me and my creator should make up

Something's wrong with my make-up
Maybe me and my creator should make up

Maquillaje

(No sé si es correcto)

Algo está mal con mi maquillaje
Algo está mal aquí dentro
No sé si despertaré
No sé, pero de alguna manera está ahí
Tan claro, tan claro

Esta formación parece torcida
Creo que las paredes no son paralelas aquí
Está cambiando de forma y su contenido
Aumento, siempre lo cubren
Tan claro, tan claro

Las fuentes indican que se están desvaneciendo, oh
Quizás tú y yo podríamos perseguirlo
Aún algunos creen que tenemos trucos bajo la manga, oh
Cariño, tú y yo podríamos fingirlo
Tan claro

Algo está mal con mi maquillaje
Los pensamientos de cambio se convierten en un miedo constante
No sé si despertaré
No sé, pero de alguna manera se queda
Tan claro, tan claro

Las fuentes indican que se están desvaneciendo, oh
Quizás tú y yo podríamos perseguirlo
Aún algunos creen que tenemos trucos bajo la manga, oh
Cariño, tú y yo podríamos fingirlo
Tan claro, tan claro

Algo está mal con mi maquillaje
Quizás yo y mi creador deberíamos reconciliarnos

Algo está mal con mi maquillaje
Quizás yo y mi creador deberíamos reconciliarnos