| Pointless for Cristina We're laughing, oh oh-oh oh, at dolphins, oh oh-oh oh. We're caving, oh oh-oh oh, like oceans. We're pointless, oh oh. We're pointless, oh oh-oh oh. I noticed... You fed me, oh oh-oh oh, soft protest, oh oh-oh oh. We're marking, oh oh-oh oh, our voices. We're pointless, oh oh. We're pointless, oh oh-oh oh. You noticed... You loaned me, oh oh-oh oh, black canvas, oh oh-oh oh. I painted, oh oh-oh oh, confessions. We're pointless, oh oh. We're pointless, oh oh-oh oh. You know this... A way we all go. Oh oh oh. In a way, we are gold. Oh oh oh. You showed me, oh oh-oh oh, trite victims, oh oh-oh oh. I sold them, oh oh-oh oh, refusals. This doesn't, oh oh-oh oh, mean progress. We're pointless, oh oh. We're pointless, oh oh-oh oh. You noticed, oh oh-oh oh. We're pointless, oh oh. We're pointless, oh oh. We're pointless, oh oh-oh oh. You know this... A way we all go. Oh oh oh. In a way, we're all gold. Oh oh oh. |
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