17.01.2022 г., 13:46 ч.

Living in America * 

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Newspapers and readings, wherever I go

They spew on me their heartbroken things

Everybody's trying to inform me first

That I am a bad person, living in a bad world

 

I am trying some music on the radio

But there is only worthless hows and nonsense fuss, honey 

Everybody's trying to win the prize

To be Americas got talent surprise

 

Having coffee on my way to work

I stuck into the morning jam

There are billboards on every two steps, you know 

When I read them I just get in red

 

I’m  a working hero, baby

I'm a working hero, with a touch of wealth

Driving on the rut from 8 to 5 PM

At nights I’m asking who I am

 

Living in America is a hard thing, baby
If I stop for a second, I’ll get under the bridge
Hurricane is coming, and the wind is blowing  
There’s no time for playing, darling


I’m living in Amerca, honey

And I’m still trying

Turn on the radio so loud

To hide my crying

 

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  • Привет!
    Нещо не ми се пее много - затова само текста!
    Намерих едни стари текстове, малко ги пооправих, пускам ги просто ей така. Поздрави!
  • само в гората не са измислили още начин да ме информират, а гора- дал.. и аз за песента
  • Еми добре. А къде е песента?
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