I know a man who's longing for wealth He's willing to sell all but his health And when he's got for what he asked He understands his happiness won't last
I know a woman who's longing for fame She's willing to play every nasty game But what if her dreams will not come true Who is gonna make her not feel like residue?
How many millions do you need to say that you succeed to feel what they call proud until you're a sell out? How many men shall follow you before you call it a breakthrough What makes you feel content when will it end?
I know someone who looks just like you Already claiming this story can't be true But when I see the sparkle in your eyes I do realize everyone has got his price
I know someone who fairly looks like me caught in a world where no one's really free I see myself doing exactly the same But I still don't know who is to blameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
