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Songtexte: Stroke 9. The Last Of The International Playboys. The Yeah Song.


You better run
And take a gun
You gotta know
You're gonna crash

You lost control
You're in the hole
As you're a sorry little sucker
With a stick up your ass

Don't blame me
It's not my fault
I can't get away
I got a pocket full of nothin'
And a head full of dreams
That I never could explain

[RIT:]
Need to make some changes (Yeah Yeah!)
Doin' all I can (Yeah Yeah!)
I wanna start a revolution
Can't do it alone
Doin' all I can
Could that help me make them understand?

Good to know
What it's about
Because the truth is comin' out
You want to put me in my place
Well let's see what you do
When I'm a-up in your face

Love and lies feed the fire
You can't break away
There's a time and a place
For confrontation in this life
So remember how to play

[RIT]

(What you say? So what you say?)

I'm on my way down now
We need to change somehow
I'm on my way down now
This needs to change somehow

[RIT]

(What you say? So what you say?)

[RIT]

(Grazie a Fabio per questo testo)
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