Fucken city

Fucken'city,fucken air,
Fucken' feeling of new fear.
It's never too early to stop to cry,
Never lafe to learn to fly.

Trying to become myself,
Hardly geting rid of my wealth,
Trying to make step in the dark,
Trying to cath the tail of luck.

Get me wrong & you'lf get yours
Get me right & you'lf get mine.
Throw your madness through the time,
Warm your sadness in the vine.

Fucken'city,fucken air,
Fucken' feeling of new fear.
Never larly to stop to cry,
Never lafe to learn to fly.

Try to make step in the dark,
Try to catch the tail of lack.
Trow your madness through the time
Warm your sadness in the wine

Noone is too young to die.


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