And we're away in our own country Exiled in our cold feeble minds with time To take what you have and make a cure for this disease That's stealing what you never loved Before this one summertime Was when you were around And the other time was when the CIA had a plot to see us dead In at least what we see as the truth Which was an acid dream to most Was defined by division of the short-sighted enemies Without control! Without a clue! Without revolt, you're not a relative!
What I know can't hurt me, what I know can't hurt me
What I know can't hurt me, what I know can't hurt meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
