You don't have to be
Afraid of standing on
The ground
Be yoursel
Dreaming about living in a dream world
Where I can be
I will never speak again for my own good
My heart
It's a kind of music that is
Making me mad
A happy
I hate the town where the kids are falling down,
You lied to me again my friend
I can read it
Every morning the same old story, I don't care and
I smell the problems on my way
I think it's not
It's not my war you're fighting now
And I don't wanna
I'm not asking for too much if I wanna know
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