Constantly I am wondering why everybody's pitting, patting, pampering
grinning and continuing this lousy flouzy certain thing of wanting to be the
king whom everbody's following and everyone's admiring
asking question after question did they not learn a lesson
every second is a blessing but they start obsessing and also messing
stop to caressing who they could become that they could be the one
You try to hold on to this certain one
you sigh you feel like you're the only one
don't cry you don't know yet where you belong
it's fine it's fine
It seems quite hard to treat life with regard only if you fall apart
You crave a new start but it seems fair to only care
not about him, her or me just who you want to be
You try to hold on to this certain one
you sigh you feel like you're the only one
don't cry you don't know yet where you belong
it's fine it's fine
You try to hold on to this certain one
you sigh you feel like you're the only one
don't cry you don't know yet where you belong
it's fine it's fine
Cause you know the picture of your soul
so pick your head up and go
just take it slow
let your feather soak
into the colour of growth
let it turn from silver into gold
Hour after hour you seem to devour your vision of their power they seem like a
flower but there's nothing more sour than a rose that lost its colour don't care
'bout what you see just who you want to be
You try to hold on to this certain one
you sigh you feel like you're the only one
don't cry you don't know yet where you belong
it's fine it's fine
Cause you know
the picture of your soul
so pick your head up and go
just take it slow
let your feather soak
into the colour of growth
let it turn from silver into gold
badada down
badada down

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