She's got an itch in the centre of her palms Every inch breathing down her neck She doesn't buy into econmic downturn She says it's not her time just yet She's living in an out-of-body experience She's living paycheck to paycheck When someone says the sky is falling down Her eyes roll in the back of her head
You can't tell her anything But you can say something What will be will be I'm suffering from madness and other allergies You can say something You can say what will be will be I'm suffering from madness and other allergies
She steals the souls from the poor to give to the rich Never finds it hard to tell which is which She's going to come around and drop the bomb And after this storm will come the calm She's living in an out-of-body experience He's into exo-politics When someone says the sky is falling down It's just the shape of what's to come next
You can't tell her anything But you can say something What will be will be I'm suffering from madness and other allergies You can say something You can say what will be will be I'm suffering from madness and other allergies
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She's got an itch in the centre of her palms Every inch breathing down her neck She doesn't buy into econmic downturn She says it's not her time just yet She's living in an out-of-body experience She's giving away reality cheques When someone says the sky is falling down Her eyes roll in the back of her head
You can't tell her anything But you can say something What will be will be I'm suffering from madness and other allergies You can say something You can say what will be will be I'm suffering from madness and other allergiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
