Bring me something Vivid of our lives Or you think our soul will die? Are you happy as a ghost for a ghost of me? But now I'm getting tired And now I'm getting tired I crushed my heart for you A can of sardines for you but day after day they took something away They took something away I was standing at the bottom of the hole And you, you were searching for your own reward And all our friends laugh at me Because I never knew that it all was a fake So liberty Liberty, grim Liberty for my old mistake When I was in your hands When I was in your hands They can't turn me away To an etched and golden grave I don't care if you ask me more I just drag my face around I just drag my face around I was standing at the bottom of the hole And you, You were searching for your own reward So liberty Liberty, grim Liberty for my old mistake When I was in your hands When I was in your hands They can't turn me away To an etched and golden grave I don't carry it anymore I just drag my face around I just drag my face around I was standing at the bottom of the hole And you, you were crouching for your only one And all My friends Laugh at me Because I never knew that it all was a fake So liberty Liberty, grim Liberty from my old mistake Well I was in your hands well I was in your handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
