paroles de chanson Trip - Rodrigo del Arc
Hey
youWhat
(are)
you
doing
there?
Come
back
to
the
ground
'cause
it
just
ain't
fair
Later,
I
want
to
hang
around
And
I'm
not
getting
down
So
hold
on
in
there
Broken
floors
and
prickled
eyes
They
took
me
back
to
paradise
But
everyone
kept
knocking
on
my
door
Posh
Motels,
fancy
cars
A
blue
bird
stroke
in
my
guitar
While
everyone
keeps
knocking
on
my
door
All
day
I've
been
here
on
my
own
Waiting
for
things
to
turn
my
way
And
sometimes
I
just
want
to
brake
away
I
want
to
see
the
world
in
my
own
way
Colored
walls,
turning
signsI
held
it
up
and
rolled
the
dice
While
everyone
kept
knocking
on
my
door
I
see
it
all,
but
I
can't
move
Hey,
there's
nothing
I
can
do
So
please
stop
knocking
on
my
door
This
trip
can't
waitI'm
in
outer
space
Maybe
you
can
do
the
same
This
trip
is
longIt
carries
on
And
my
advice
is
mind
your
way
Broken
floors
and
prickled
eyes
They
took
me
back
to
paradise
But
everyone
kept
knocking
on
my
door
Posh
Motels,
fancy
cars
A
blue
bird
stroke
in
my
guitar
While
everyone
keeps
knocking
on
my
door
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