Copacabana Club - UP

[Electronic-indie music]

Blisters in my fingers, helmet on the head
Move a day with fever,
Ridding on my bike up and down the hill
I should go home and stopped
It's a summer day, I'm dripping in sweats
My shirt's wet and no breeze in the air
Is Timmy there? I'm not there yet.
Ooh oh oh
Ooh oh oh
It's struggling to go UP,
To laying myself on the rail down
I put my hands UP in the air
UP in the air, UP in the air
I put my hands UP in the air
UP in the air, UP in the air

Needing for this storm to pass
To wash away, to turn to the dust the trash they waste
The words walk us out, what is that?
What was that? What is that?

I put my hands UP in the air
UP in the air, UP in the air
I put my hands UP in the air
UP in the air, UP in the air
I put my hands UP in the air
UP in the air, UP in the air
I put my hands UP in the air
UP in the air, UP in the air

I put my hands UP!

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