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Lyrics Mermaid Sashimi (Lo que dice el Sashimi de Sirena)

Juan Son
Mermaid Sashimi
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Spending time with octopus
Where nothing comes alone
Every morning when I see you,
You could be my lovely love
See my tongue, see my tongue again
Don’t get along
If you ask me to be honest
I think we should really work
With your obnoxious depression
And communication skills
It’s OK, it’s OK
Don’t get along
And of course if we work hard enough
We could go to the places
We have always dream
Like that cocktail we saw on
We saw on the television
Even thou you are so artsy
But still you like to watch
And I know it ’cause I know
I like them too
I know it’s not so cool
I like them too
You are what you believe you are
A human ocean traveler
But last trip
My leg turned into tentacles so black and pink
It’s hard for me
I'm not so frightened
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
Oxygen at least
Someone in the deep ocean understand
That life down here
Depends on someone
That doesn’t suppose to make
Mermaid Sashimi
My propeller hits like
Even though the rights don’t
Come to feeling
As soon as
I need ox… I need oxygen
Spending time with octopus
Even those not common
Stealing fishes from the pet shop
‘Cause my friends still pick fish
See my tongue, see my tongue again
Don’t get along
What a bopely experience
We can have from time to time
Even though we’re really friendly
You can be the swimming one
See my tongue, see my tongue again
Don’t get along
Fieldtrip to the chocolate factor
Fieldtrip to the slaughter house
Fieldtrip trip to darkness places
You can hold up in your mind
Your philosophy, your poetry
Your beautiful come back
Even thou you don’t have feeling
I’m obsessed with you right now
And I know, and I know
You are, you are, you are
And every morning you shine
But last trip
It turned my legs into tentacles so black and pink
And hopefully
I’m not offended
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
No one other thinks
Oxygen at least
Someone in the deep ocean understand
That life down here
Depends on someone
That doesn’t suppose to make
Mermaid Sashimi
A propeller, nano robots,
Pro pacifist, current
Deck for rolling come
From felling lovely songs
What’s up?
See my tongue, see my tongue again
Don’t get along
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