Una canción que habla de todos esos soñadores a los que la gente gris pretende cortar las alas.
TAKE A LOOK AROUND
PEOPLE WHISPERING IN THE TOWN
I KNOW THEY LOOK AT ME
TRYING TO DISGUISE
LOOK INTO THEIR EYES
THEY ARE SO UNHAPPY WITH THEIR LIFES
SO THEY JUST CAN’T BELIEVE
I’M WALKING WITH A SMILE
EVERYTHING IS SO GREY, SO WHEN THE COLOURS MAKE THEIR WAY
THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES
I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE SAY
NO MATTER WHAT I DO
THEY WILL TALK ANYWAY
NOT MY PROBLEM
THEY DON’T MOVE, THEY WILL BE ALWAYS SCARED
SO THEY JUST CAN’T RESIST
THAT I’M NOT AFRAID
NOT MY PROBLEM
EVERYTHING IS SO GREY, SO WHEN THE COLOURS MAKE THEIR WAY
THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES
TAKE A LOOK AROUND
UNGRY PEOPLE IN THE STREETS
THEY FEEL SO DEEPLY DOWN
WITH THE LIFE THEY LEAD
YOU BETTER TAKE GOOD CARE
THEY SHOULDN’T KNOW YOU ARE DOING WELL
THEY JUST PREFER TO THINK
WE ARE ALL THE SAME
EVERYTHING IS SO GREY, SO WHEN THE COLOURS MAKE THEIR WAY
THEY CLOSE THEIR EYES
I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE SAY…
AND EVERYWHERE I GO I ALWAYS FIND THE SAME THING
THEY USE TO TALK A LOT BUT THEY’LL NEVER TAKE A RISK
I DON’T CARE ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE SAY…
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