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Maybe Just Sad

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.09.2012

Come on children
Let's get out
From a bunker in the underground

Let's pick the train to
A place we can hide
And see what all the soldiers are
Talking about

Are they happy
Or maybe just sad
Are they proud of the upper class

Is it easy
For them to feel free
Or am I just too blind
To see?

Am I too blind to see
Jump jump baby baby baby

Lord I'm aching so hard
To see this world
Full of anger, hate and empty words

We all need something
To claim up our minds
And see/feel what all the soldiers are
Talking about

Are they happy
Or maybe just sad
Are they proud of the upper class

Is it easy
For them to feel free
Or am I just too blind
To see?

Am I too blind to see
Am I too blind to see
Jeah

[Instrumental]

Are you happy
Or maybe just sad
Are you proud of the upper class?

Is it easy
For you to feel free
Or am I just too blind

Are they happy
Or maybe just sad
Are they proud of the upper class

Is it easy
For them to feel free
Or am I just too blind
To see?

Am I too blind to see
Am I too blind too blind too blind too blind
Oooooh


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