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Tytuł: My Private Nation

  • Wykonawca: Train
  • Wy¶wietleń: 285
Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty
  Climbin' up on thirty
  Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk
  And talk junk
  You musta fell out of your bunk
  And smacked your head
  Or your face or somethin'
  
  I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream
  Take the bus
  Go on and get yourself your own dream
  
  This is my own life keepin' me down
  Where I wanna be in my private nation
  I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call
  Here for just a while when in my private nation
  You can ride or you can go
  
  Why you gonna step on shoes
  When you don't know whose been in 'em
  Have you ever been more than a bump
  On a rock that likes to roll
  In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky
  Use your eyes
  It's all you got till you die
  
  I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream
  Take the bus
  Go on and get yourself your own dream
  
  You can ride on, it ain't free
  Leave a light on, so you can see
  How to get back when you go
  
  How to get, how to give
  How to make ends meet
  How to lose, how to win
  How to stay on the seat
  How to use momentum to keep the two wheels straight
  How to wait after it feels like you waited so long