We've got some troubles ultimately,
for all the things we can't conceive
We're confront, not conform,
This war comes hard but silence is worse!
We have to give us a second chance to talk
We have to give us a second chance to talk
Times of hush and individuality,
some for anguish and insensibility
Nothing's enough, this race is rough,
this words annoy us but silence is worse!
We have to give us a second chance to talk
We have to give us a second chance to talk
You're peeing out the flowerpot
You're throwing stones to your own roof
All I want to say it's make your own way
Sleep on the ground of your... your own land
You're peeing out the flowerpot,
You're throwing stones to your own roof
All I want to say it's make your own way,
Sleep on the ground of your... your own land
We had to take this finality,
everybody forced to geniality
No one is content… No ones contest…
This war is hard but silence is worse!
We have to give us a second chance to talk
We have to give us a second chance to talk
We have to give us a second chance…
Give us a second chance…
Give us a second chance to talk

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