When you open your eyes, to another day of nothing.
So think that it's getting worse and worse it will get again.
Because we argue and we fight and we fight about just nothing.< br/>But I think it's getting worse and worse, my friend.
So take care and live now and sing...
Nanana...
Tomorrow' n it's too late.
Nanana...
I just have to give.
All that I've held back for nights and days is the love,
hate and frustration, about the situation, the level of the discussion.
We talk and nag about everything between heaven and earth, but it's almost
nothing we have time to do.
But it is best that we rush and run as fast as we can.
Before our conscience catches up, before the anxiety takes us tonight.
Listen to what a wise man has said; worse it will get and
worse it has been so sing...
Nanana...
Before it's too late.
Nanana...
I have to smile.
When I close my eyes and I dream back in time.
We were on our way once again, Looptroop Rockers from Sweden.
And we sat in a dirty box without even a little gage, the technique was crazy,
the discs were in a car that was stuck in traffic, we felt the panic.
The audience out there, mustn't be disappointed, but Matte took the cue and tuned in
in song, the mood was immediately on top,
the rescue was again through the music.
So sing with us...
Nanana...
Just let it all go.
Nanana...
We have to go full speed.
Nanana...
Before it's too late.
Nanana...

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