Из альбома: The Priddle Concern

The plane goes up
The plane goes down
Buildings rise

They just start from underground

Plas and dreams
They never found
The structures weak
But that part of me is sound

We all get up
We all get beaten down

ah..

My mood is up
My mood is down
Business transactions
Continue right up town

Secerets to hide
With verbs and nouns
Credits fine
But it's easily lost in the crowd

We all get up
We all get beaten down

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