quarta-feira, 29 de dezembro de 2010

Run

Cant keep this anymore
This realism is keeping me down on the floor
Somethig else to gain
Please, let me know, is this real pain?
Just pump it in like a new gender of music
In a good ass type of joke, my life is not making me lucid

So now i run, run, run, i cant keep this anymore
Run, run, run, but always hitting the floor
Allways keeping me down on the floor
So now i run, run, run, i cant survive this any longer
So now i crumble, i just hope this makes me feel stronger

Everytime a lie hits me it feels like two
I am fearless of my own makings, i will get trought
Between sarcasm and good fellowship
I want to fastforward it, i wanna skip
Get out of here, be somebody else, be more clear.

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