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- песня написалась и записалась буквально за 2-3 часа.
- Текст
- When I was sixteen, sixteen,
I believe in dream, in dream,
Now I know, I know, I know,
Everything control, control.
Every day will take away, away,
You became insane, insane,
Trying to take it back, it back,
The rope is on your neck, your neck…
Now grow old, grow old, grow old,
In frustrated world, in world,
Nothing to take away, away,
Every day the same, the same.
Wake and take your mess, your mess,
Take around success, success,
In the pudding land, the land,
You will find your end, the end.