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The Place Where I... Lyrics

It was a really busy week
When I saled six b*****, freaky place
The pair saw the glass top on the floor
Thinking was put on the boards
Their eyes nailed the door plate and
My never ending sentiment went mad
Get, get, get, make, have, money, money
Where is my freedom? Funny? Funny?

That was enough
I dont want to be a slave of almost every week
I'm fed up with
Flat and fence and wall and chair and man and girl and dog and care

That was enough
I dont want to be a slave of almost every week
I'm fed up with
Flat and fence and wall and chair and man and a son of a...
I don't need to fight.
Coz i know that i don't find my old mind.
Where is a safety place?
Where i can feel my self safe safe and clear.
I am not robot and anything else. RIGHT?
I sleep eat s*** f*** and... like you

It last a f***** busy year
When I became a workoholic slave
I waste my time wearing my sword
Thinking was sharp enough to outpoint

But not, my concept f***** up and
My never ending sentiment went bad
Jump, jump, jump, die, die, fallin', fallin'
Where is my birdfriend? Wary? Wary?
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