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Mr Rogers

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Quarto giorno di Writing Challenge. Oggi tocca a Mr. Rogers, dei .

Devo essere sincera: ho smesso di ascoltare questa canzone dopo un minuto, un minuto e mezzo. Appartiene al genere musicale che non riesco a sopportare, che mi disturba ecco.

Ho cercato il testo di questa canzone e devo dire che la musica ben si adatta alle parole del testo…

Boomerang soomerang toomerang
Boomerang soomerang toomerang
Boomerang soomerang toomerang
Boomerang soomerang toomerang
Time has come to realize
What you are, what you’ve done inside
Time has come, we’ll have something to talk about

I will too
Looking back (dumb)
Oh now I realize (old man)
How much you really liked him (dumb)
This child’s mind you terrorized (old man)
You came to him (dumb)
He really didn’t know your lies (old man)

Now his innocence gone (dumb)
He’s that child you terrorized (old man)

This fucking pain that I feel (it came to me from you)
This fucking pain that I feel (because of you)
My childhood is gone (because I loved you)
My childhood is gone (because I loved you)

Be my neighbor
Looking back (child)
Oh now I now realize (fucker)
How much you really loved him (child)
This child’s mind you hypnotized (fucker)
You came to him (child)
You really didn’t know his lies (fucker)
Now his innocence gone (child)
I’m that child you terrorized (fucker)
This fucking hatred I feel (it came to me from you)
This fucking pain that I feel (because of you)

My childhood is gone (because I loved you)
My childhood is gone (because I loved you)
Be my neighbor
Be my neighbor
My neighbor

Fred, you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me, you let them take their turns hitting me
I wish I would have never watched you
You really made my childhood a failure
What a fucking neighbor

Fred, you told me everybody was my neighbor
They took advantage of me, you let them take their turns hitting me
I wish I would have never watched you
You really made my childhood a failure
What a fucking neighbor

I hate you (i will too)
I hate you (i will too)
I hate you (i will too)
I hate you
I hate you
Be my neighbor
Be my neighbor
This fucking hatred I feel
This fucking pain that I feel
My childhood is gone
My childhood is gone
This fucking hatred I feel
This fucking pain that I feel
My childhood is gone
My childhood is gone
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too
I will too

(Tutte allegre, comunque. Una Writing Challenge ideata su un arcobaleno colorato proprio.)