Straightroads - Slow | Текст песни

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Slow

An incoming call disturbs surroundings.
It is spring not fall everywhere happening strange things.
Lost thoughts are terribly shaking in meal.
They are walking from hill that consists from your personal skill.

From the beginning consumer wants’ to be first,
Who tasted next level, who ended next course.

Exit you are searching,
Lies near behind you.
Open your eyes and taste.
What appear in your mouse new.

From the beginning consumer wants’ to be first,
Who tasted next level, who ended next course.
He wants’ to be single of them,
Who wants to be leader on life heat or term.

From the beginning consumer wants’ to be first,
Who tasted next level, who ended next course.
He wants’ to be single of them,
Who wants to be leader on life heat or term.


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