Rotem Or - Dear Sir | Текст песни

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where did you forget
the definition to my life
there's no rain, I'm giving up
come, state your state,
claim power over me
and if we play controlling games
and I'm on top
we know it's just pretend
we're never equal, that's why
I think about you all day
here comes the night
physics hard, friction's good
cure for open wounds

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