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[Aug. 30th, 2011|02:32 am] |
Slow Chick
Talking to some slow chick
I can see her through the fog
I can manage situations
This ain't very hard indeed
Slow chick...
Act quick...
Come on girl, are you slipping out of your mind
Slow chick...
Act quick...
Get it together Come along, break out of this crowd
But wait, this room is fading black
It seems I'm loosing grip on life
Is this the sound of screaming crowd
Or is it me now hitting ground
Slow chick...
Act quick...
Come on girl, are you slipping out of your mind
Slow chick...
Act quick...
Get it together Come along, break out of this crowd
All your fake nazi clubs
Where you drink and talk
Ain't nothing more than pale copy
Of hitlerjugend camp
Here she is again
Floating in my eyesight
How can I win her over
Are there any right moves? |
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