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Ensemblen
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Komponisten
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Songtexte: Watcha. Narrow Minded.

Subtend that you have me in your grasp, no way I?m strong to my last gasp. It?s not my bag!
To sentimentalize is an occasion to bring lies.No place for the weak and all this reeks.
My wall of ice is my advice, I call it pride! Don?t need your booby price
Watch out! I?m not that kind of man get lost!
Feel compassion for anything, it?s not my scene so let me live in
I don?t give a shit, spitting down the way of love, spitting down the way of love!
Coz? now I?m waking up for the first time, how could I let the things killing my pride
Coz? now I?m waking up for the first time, crossed in love can be the reel salvation
Look at me and see the situation
Practice right now just what you preach, breach of faith! You fuckin? leech! See what I mean
Hypocrisy will be! Be always there in the background
Take me away from tears and pain. Without a stain within my brain. Don?t bleed me dry. What is your alibi?
Coz?I?ve paid my price, I don?t need your nice advice, and I wonder why? Do I care ?bout what you say
Coz?I?ve paid my price! Don?t talk about that! ?Coz? I?ve paid my price, pay my price
Coz? now I?m waking up for the first time, how could I let the things killing my pride
Coz? now I?m waking up for the first time, crossed in love can be the reel salvation
Look at me and see the situation
Feel compassion for anything, it?s not my scene, so let me live in I don?t give a shit,
spitting down the way of love, spitting down the way of love! I?m spitting down the street of love!