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Ensemblen
Oper
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Songtexte: Itchy Poopzkid. Lights Out London. The Enemy.


Wait! I see your mouth is moving
But I think I shut you out
What is this anyway?
Trust? What?s wrong with everyone
It?s just a word forget it
Damm I think you better learn from me
Look at me!

Wher?s the enemy
Who?s the enemy
I?m the enemy

Wher?s the enemy
Who?s the enemy
I?m the enemy

Freak! Or is it me who?s freaking out?
That?s not your business
What? Who do you think you are?
Oh, you?re still around I?m sorry
I got lost myself
Here?s to you and kiss my ass for free
Look at me!

Love and happiness are gold
That?s what I?ve been told
Be forever save and free in harmony
Find your peace and find your soul

Christ! I think I?m getting sick
of all those happy people
Time they get what zhey deserve
Pain! That?s what I feel
when they come crawling,
they come falling down
I think they better look at me
Look at me !