Oh I realize that the squares got me stuck in the cold
The past time I'm pressured to never let go
My fears they cynic up at the top
Guilt runs free storing all through my blood
(Feeling long long long gone)
I praise enough to see
a warn of the first kind
Don't bring it all to me
I'll never dispose right
I praise it all to me
a warn disposed right
Don't bring it all to see
Never the first kind
(One of a kind, one of a kind)

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN