He dreamed of this life, of feeling whole
No longer just half
He had tried everything

He knows his ideas are beautiful
Easy to tolerate
Easy to assume

They will stop loving him
He can't do anything about it
That wasn't the initial idea

A look under his feet
Not backwards
Sometimes life is solitary

That's it
He likes to think he's free of his thoughts
This summer
Who planted the idea that he would love himself

It stays and stays and stays and resonates
In his rubber heart
The rush is in a hurry, the caresses that slalom
He dances in autumn

Sun at the top
When the crowd sees madness
He sees happiness
What a disgrace

And the world often envies
Everything he experiences there
In his colorful life

They will stop loving him
Him and his light
His way of being so particular

He lives to love himself
Not to please you
But no more summers in his den

He had lost the sun
The flavors
The glimmers
Of rainbows

It stays and stays and stays and resonates
In his rubber heart
The rush is in a hurry, the caresses that slalom
He dances in autumn

Sun at the top
Sun at the top

(Sun at the top)

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