I see a problem I'm not willing to address And I take pleasure in not wanting to impress 'Cause I'm drinking from the fountain of good fortune And I see beauty in technology And the simple sentiment of history And it's all too easy with the privilege Of the fountain of good fortune
I've been washed, I've been anointed I've eaten the body of the Lord It's from the fountain of good fortune Springs dirty, cloudy water That pollutes the mind of anyone around
Holding on to my own Burn it down when I'm gone Holding on to my own Holding on Holding on to my own Burn it down when I'm gone Holding on to my own Holding on
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Holding on to my own (Toes at the weir) Burn it down when I'm gone (Back to them all) Holding on to my own (Too loud a solitude) Holding on Holding on to my own (Toes at the weir) Burn it down when I'm gone (Back to them all) Holding on to my own (Too loud a solitude) Holding onTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.