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- Описание
- клевая пестня
- Текст
- I
I'm justa gotta get out.
Out of my little prison cell.
Grindin' in rock.
Bittin' the pieces of myself.
Nobody see, but it's too dark around of me.
Inside i got light, but still I cannot use for real(x2)
Chorus
I want to try choose the freedom, my heart is bleedin',
But still livin.
No matter why, I know where's tomorrow.
We All got troubles, cuz we're afraidin'.
II
I'm justa gotta get out.
Out of my little prison cell.
Wish I could tell, but no one here me anywhere.
It's like the hell, but when U have no God, it's harder,
So pray to somebody else. U got thoughts about it?(x2)
Chorus
But I chose the freedom, my heart is bleedin',
But still livin'.
No matter I know somethin more, 'bout whole this world,
We're need no words and..
know somethin more,
'bout whole this world...
Chorus
But I chose the freedom, my soul is bleedin',
But still livin'.
No matter I know somethin more, 'bout whole this world,
We're need no words and..
We're justa gotta get out.
Out of our prison cells.
Senda fuck out all of ya nightmares.
Never get back, fuck up ya worst days.
Need a breakout into your new life.(x2)
Chorus
You have to try choose the freedom.
Our souls is bleedin',
But still livin'.
No matter I know where's tomorrow.
We're should be kind.