A B C sing for me
A B C and one
We’re not strange
We’re just sleeping
We all just drift around
We’re no
You spend your days
At a dead end job
Where you just
yeah
yeah
I'm hoping to meet up
with a friend of mine
and I
o yeah
o yeah
oh my God
come on you people
come on you
Confusion
Confusion
Confusion
Confusion...
I love you
I love you
Runaways and rapists
Fill the streets at night
Broken bottles
Glimmer in the
when your love dries
my heart dies
when your love dries
my heart
I am a dark star
I see the cities´ torn
I can not go where I don't belong
I can not
I, I dream my days away
I dream my days away
oh
If we’re told we’re an asset
Why are we treated
Like a
yeah
monday, tuesday, wednesday, friday
no one really cares about me
but I
you get so used to being sad
you never try to
In the cold streets at night
There is a war going
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