Waking up every morning Dragging at work, bored to death Unfortunately we have to eat Can't you see what real life is?
Are you all blind? Can't you see?
The heat of a smile, a few friends Give to your life all its sense Father Dollar is to be dying We have to find a substitute.
Are you all blind?
Are we able to change our customs, alter our life to find one we will remember without many regrets? It's up to us to find... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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