Kill The President! - Song One | Текст песни

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• Kill The President!
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I’m rolling to the city again
with my skateboard thinking about my,
about my problems on those days
I’ve got no money and always
my heart is broken, and no one seems to care
no one seems to care

I’m fed up of the girls like you
and I’m sure you can go through
my head!

For conversation it’s why I pray
I pray for and I sing for
better days, these better days
better days!

Do you think that youre special?
no matter who you are
we don’t give a fuck
no matter where you came from
this is the taste of our pride
remember those times we’ve never forget
we won’t forget.

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