Hats

Hats, hiding hurried lives,
wondering if they are developing well their roles.

In their rocking chairs, rolling coffin nails,
carmine in their lips but messy hair under the hat.

Sadness as her friend, asking where to stay,
delirious while listening to The Libertines.

And he appeared there, teleportation.

And we putted our hands up in the air that night,
moved our bodies while "Don't Look Back Into The Sun"
was playing out loud.
And we putted our hands up in the air that night,
moved our bodies while "Don't Look Back Into The Sun"
was playing out loud.

Rats, hearing our lies,
hiding all our secrets because they can't tell anyone.

With their little brains, waiting for details,
dating with their girls, laughing of us, we are insane.

Maybe only I am, maybe is just that I am
delirious while listening to The Libertines.

Rats went away, teleportation.

And we putted our hands up in the air that night,
moved our bodies while "Don't Look Back Into The Sun"
was playing out loud.
And we putted our hands up in the air that night,
moved our bodies while "Don't Look Back Into The Sun"
was playing out loud.



Credits
Writer(s): Antonio Hurtado Cerda, Jose Fuertes Tasquer, Ricardo Bellveser Machancoses, Raquel Adalid Munoz
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