Vista previa
Clear all my systems
you shout like the bitter old man
One handsome mister
presidents, preachers
we all do wrong
a celebration
To those who always let things pass
I will support you
what of your sorrow and pain
´cause I got it before
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You´re making me hang my head so low
You should be impressed by me
All the things that I´ve done and see how I try
I want to drown in your flattery
you´re making me hold my head so low
to all my brothers
annoying alarm clock wants to wake us up
and don´t you hit me
(A drunk to spy on till I´ve gone too far)
a celebration
to those who will let things go wrong
I will support you
And what of your sorrow and pain
´cause I got it before
[Chorus]
And my knees are already aching
shaking like never before
I think that you can do better
C´mon do I look like a fool?
[Chorus]