Muzsikás-koncert lesz november 11-én a Pesti Vigadóban
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The place where I ...
dAsh
It was a really busy week
When I saled six bloody, freaky place
The pair saw the glass top on the floor
Thinking was put on the boards
Their eyes nailed the door plate and
My never ending sentiment went mad
Get, get, get, make, have, money, money
Where is my freedom? Funny? Funny?
That was enough
I don't want to be a slave of almost every week
I'm fed up with
Flat and fence and wall and chair and man and girl and dog and care
That was enough
I don't want to be a slave of almost every week
I'm fed up with
Flat and fence and wall and chair and man and a son of a...
I don’t need to fight
Cause I know that I don’t find my old mind
Where's a safety place?
Where I can feel myself safe, safe and clear
I am not robot and anything else
Right?
I sleep, eat, shit, fuck and... like you
It last a fuckin busy year
When I became a workoholic slave
I waste my time wearing my sword
Thinking was sharp enough to outpoint
But not, my concept fucked up and
My never ending sentiment went bad
Jump, jump, jump, die, die, fallin', fallin'
Where is my birdfriend? Wary? Wary?
I don’t need to fight
Cause I know that I don’t find my old mind
Where's a safety place?
Where I can feel myself safe, safe and clear
When I saled six bloody, freaky place
The pair saw the glass top on the floor
Thinking was put on the boards
Their eyes nailed the door plate and
My never ending sentiment went mad
Get, get, get, make, have, money, money
Where is my freedom? Funny? Funny?
That was enough
I don't want to be a slave of almost every week
I'm fed up with
Flat and fence and wall and chair and man and girl and dog and care
That was enough
I don't want to be a slave of almost every week
I'm fed up with
Flat and fence and wall and chair and man and a son of a...
I don’t need to fight
Cause I know that I don’t find my old mind
Where's a safety place?
Where I can feel myself safe, safe and clear
I am not robot and anything else
Right?
I sleep, eat, shit, fuck and... like you
It last a fuckin busy year
When I became a workoholic slave
I waste my time wearing my sword
Thinking was sharp enough to outpoint
But not, my concept fucked up and
My never ending sentiment went bad
Jump, jump, jump, die, die, fallin', fallin'
Where is my birdfriend? Wary? Wary?
I don’t need to fight
Cause I know that I don’t find my old mind
Where's a safety place?
Where I can feel myself safe, safe and clear
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