With the fashion
with no mercy
proud of our passion
full of colours
creative?
pitiful,
sophisticated?
stupid people
stupid stupid stupid
Where are our souls
where are our names
can we hear them
in thousand of clothes
Do you want so be in vogue
Where ran your thoughts
Tell me where
Shoes, coats, boots, hats
Jeans or leggins? Miserable
Tanktops, t-shirts, dress or no
You want to choose
You want your style
But you can't bear this weight
Stupid Stupid Stupid
People
Hurt another one
Show him how
There's no time
All together now
We are so miserable, pitiful, untouchable, beautiful
With no brain, with no pride.
and I just don't wanna grow up
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Tanktop.
Fajny tekst, podoba mi się. To dziwne, wolę Twoją twórczość po angielsku.
latwiej dobrac mi slowa i bardziej kieruje sie pod piosenki? nie wiem, :0.
Czy to ważne? Ważne, że jest fajne.
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