My thoughts are getting quick
I'm staring at previous week
I felt like out of crowd
And nobody actually can stop me now
I'm running out of time
I'm stranger who walks up it's line
CHORUS:
Get my truth and put it to your mind
Get my lucky life and give to ones who already went short
Be there where my arms are going seed
And make me feel : I believe.
I'm falling apart 'cause people are cold
And any shop can't offer me cloth
I'm looking for all those I've missed
A similar lifebuoy but different words
Describe what you're living for, describe for a what
But even in your hell you have the last hope
CHORUS:
Get my truth and put it to your mind
Get my lucky life and give to ones who already went short
Be there where my arms are going seed
And make me feel : I believe.
Get my truth
© Copyright: Лена Березан, 2010
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