Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them
If I seem bleak Well, you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's 'cause I get disconnected But I won't be burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
(Hey!) When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway. (Hey!) When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away. (Hey!) There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're starin' at the sun
(Hey!) When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway. (Hey!) When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away. (Hey!) There's more to living than only surviving Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying
Though you hear me I don't think that you relate My will is something That you can't confiscate So forgive me, but I won't be frustrated By destruction in your eyes As you're starin' at the sun
Baby, life is like a ride on the freeway. (Hey!) Dodging bullets while you're trying to find your way. (Hey!) Everyone's around, but no one does a damn thing It brings me down, but I won't let them
If I seem bleak Well you'd be correct And if I don't speak It's cause I get disconnected But I won't be burned by the reflection Of the fire in your eyes As you're staring at the sun
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Возможно жизнь как езда по автостраде, Уклоняешься от пуль, пытаясь найти свой путь. Кругом народ, но никто нихера не делает, От этого опускаются руки, но я не опущу.
Если я кажусь холодным, Возможно вы правы. Если я не говорю, Значит, я с вами не разговариваю. Но я не буду сожжен отражением Огня в ваших глазах, Потому, что вы уставились на солнце
Когда я бежал, я не чуствовал себя беглецом. Когда я вышел, я не чувствовал, что я ушел. Где-то можно жить, а не только выживать. Возможно, я не там, но я пытаюсь.
Хотя вы слышите меня, Я не думаю что вы понимаете. Я желаю что-то, Что вы не сможете отнять. Так что простите, я не буду расстроен, Видя крах в ваших глазах, Потому, что вы уставились на солнце.