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Monkey dance. English Bossa Nova +

(Verse 1) The city beats too loud for me I’m just a face nobody sees I see their mouths, I see their hands Like broken shapes in wasted lands They’re getting close, I feel the trap Soft velvet streets that snap and snap I search for air, I search for truth But all I see is gray and blue (Chorus) The paint’s on the walls, it drips on the floor I don’t fit this machine anymore I’d trade all their rules, I’d walk for miles For a monkey dance in neon lights Yeah, the paint’s on the walls, the paint’s on me A strange little dance, wild and free It’s a monkey’s dance, awkward but true The only real version of me (Verse 2) I walked these streets till my shoes wore thin Trying to find where the air begins This isn’t my sky above my head It feels too heavy, dull, and dead It’s not for me, it’s not for you A painted ceiling, fake and blue Each window stares, a watching eye As lonely hearts go passing by. (Chorus) The paint’s on the walls, it drips on the floor I don’t fit this machine anymore I’d trade all their rules, I’d walk for miles For a monkey dance in neon lights Yeah, the paint’s on the walls, the paint’s on me A strange little dance, wild and free It’s a monkey’s dance, awkward but true The only real version of me (Bridge) They grab my hands, say “stand in line” Try to break this step of mine They fear the ones who dance alone On a stage they’ve never known They whisper “don’t,” they whisper “stay” Small little thoughts get in the way I shake them off, I let them go I’ve got my own place, my own show (Verse 3) The city pressure fades away I step into my kind of day I’m not a bird that flies so high I’m just a beat they passed by Let them laugh at how I move I found a strange and deeper groove The walls fall down, the stars align This ceiling here is finally mine (Outro) Frighteningly cheerful… (The paint’s on the walls) Frighteningly cheerful… (The paint’s on the floor) I’m dancing, I’m dancing In broken streets, I’m whole Just a monkey Under my own sun