You've got it, You've got it You've got it all You've got it, You've got it You've got it all You've got it, You've got it You've got it all
Take off my skin, but don't apply Yours Don't need a Armor Don't see me under coats of oil-colours Even if there are fields of Van Gogh Or worlds of someone else Leave On me table - Sold By the way I'm waiting, I'm waiting Waiting for my own world
Last step before is edge Nothing torn yet. I'm here, I'm coming back on Stage It Doesn't cause be sad
You've got it, You've got it You've got it all You've got it, You've got it You've got it all You've got it, You've got it You've got it all