Cotton sun, spasms of a shooting star.
Lightning, storms that speak with the sea.
I lower my voice, I like to hear the machines.
I'm not that bad, I'm an acrobat at sea.
and a splendor of fire dances through me, jumping in this hell I am happy.
love burns, pain burns, blood burns;
there is no need to cry, nothing is true,
we must escape. explorer, you are discovering another country.
and where do the gray streaks go crossing the gas,
I'm down and dry, this is all going to end.
cotton sun, hug me!

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