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Shame

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 19.07.2012

Talking about life, what it was 'n' what its gonna be.
Get ready for the best time.

He's a friend of mine born in the '79
'n' there will be a day when he hears me
When I say: hey, you better be thinking about your future.
There will be a day when he hears me
When I say: you're spoiling your life, you won't have another.
You ain' thinking about your friends, do you hear me brother?
I have just one thing to say to you:

SHAME! (SHAME!) You can't fool me,
Let me show you that the whole thing sucks!
SHAME! (SHAME!) You can't rule me,
I'm saying no to the drugs!

Living is hard, sure I know
But yet if you listen to my rule number one,
I bet positive attitude will carry you thru your life.
Think it thru before you take your first high.
One day you are a winner, next day you're a loser.
Don't spoil your chances by being a user.
I have just one thing to say to you:

You can't fool me! You can't fool me!

I'm the king of the new generation?


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