I like walking in the park
When it gets late at night
I move `round in the dark
And leave when it gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days youll go back to your home
You wont even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
Its got to hurt a little bit

I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they cant keep
A choice that leaves them scarred
A room without a view
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
Youve lost what you had
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days youll go back to your home
You wont even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
Its got to hurt a little bit

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Serwis Teledyski 80 został stworzony przez Roberta Dee