Stand up for yourself like I stand up for myselfThat´s
I know a place where all streets endJust a few
Sitting burden on the office chairEmpty mind, empty bank account.
Nothing here to fearNothing here to be scared ofI promise
Hey youAnother trip on the ghostshipAnother easy trick for a
Picture usWithout looksPicture meWithout clothesI just wanna be loved andMake
Why do we never fit in timeWith the city beatOn
I been waiting for a while but I guess it's
I walk on broken glassI step on dying kingsI see
I believe in the broken heartedAnd I know that your
You need to get someYou need to get some You
I'm on a million dollar tripAnd it's making me sickInfected
I don't give a fuckNo matter whatDon't push it it's
I will never run you got nothing on meKGB I
I got my self a secret home far beyond the
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