Never Push a Sailor
People talk all the time when there's nothing to say
and hide their own fears when they point their finger at me
What is the advice of the people who were never there
what is the lesson you feel you have to teach?
and I say Oooooh, It's fascinating
what makes you think my smile meant that I was alright
Running through the streets of my hometown
with no clothes on, it's like a damn recurring dream
but it's asreal as my anger
Look! my hand hurts
your soul was deaf
and now it won't stop bleeding
What was your mistake?
You shouldn't push a sailor
Never push a sailor
Why do you appear years later when I told you the truth
You suffered a lot, well, you deserved it for sure
Conversations I still remember because the words were so painful
I'm still waiting for your present but I'd rather go
and I say Ooooh It's kind of funny
what makes you think my smile meant that I was alright
Running throughthe streets of my hometown
with no clothes on, it's like a damn recurring dream
but it's asreal as my anger
Look! my hand hurts
Your soul was deaf
and now it won't stop bleeding
again it was your fault
Never push a sailor
You shouldn't, you shouldn't...
and hide their own fears when they point their finger at me
What is the advice of the people who were never there
what is the lesson you feel you have to teach?
and I say Oooooh, It's fascinating
what makes you think my smile meant that I was alright
Running through the streets of my hometown
with no clothes on, it's like a damn recurring dream
but it's asreal as my anger
Look! my hand hurts
your soul was deaf
and now it won't stop bleeding
What was your mistake?
You shouldn't push a sailor
Never push a sailor
Why do you appear years later when I told you the truth
You suffered a lot, well, you deserved it for sure
Conversations I still remember because the words were so painful
I'm still waiting for your present but I'd rather go
and I say Ooooh It's kind of funny
what makes you think my smile meant that I was alright
Running throughthe streets of my hometown
with no clothes on, it's like a damn recurring dream
but it's asreal as my anger
Look! my hand hurts
Your soul was deaf
and now it won't stop bleeding
again it was your fault
Never push a sailor
You shouldn't, you shouldn't...
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Writer(s): Jaume Pla Cordobes, Nuria Mariana Graham Eguzquiza
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