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My Life As A Duck

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 17.10.2012

They laugh at me and my life
My life as a duck ;
But I don't get worked up -
It's my life as a duck

You may think this is funny ;
You may think I had bad luck ;
Or did you think that I was stuck,
In my life as a duck ?

For all my life I've tried to hide
The animal in me
Now it's time to open up
and breath, and breath

I don't know where I am going
Or from which place I have come.
But as long as I am floating
The don't can be undone

You must be thinking "what is he on ?"
But things are looking up
I've started to believe in living
My life as a duck

For all my life I've tried to hide
The animal in me
Now it's time to open up
and breath , and breath

So listen !
I know everything about you
Your father was a duck
In Love

I know everything about you
Your father was a duck
I know everything about you
Your father was a duck
I know everything about you
Your father

For all my life I've tried to hide
The animal in me
Now it's time to open up and breath.


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