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the little people Half of the time I pretend that I'm fine and I Keep it inside I keep it inside But every inambition is dying Crying outside I'm crying
the little people Half of the time I pretend that I'm fine and I Keep it inside I keep it inside But every inambition is dying Crying outside I'm crying
Which corner found, And telling you life is hard and history And every move you make is just gamble So leave your inambitions behind And give me your
sunlight So you'd like to save my world If you could free my inner child And I could free your inambition baby Or would you like to mother me I love
of it There ain't inambitions in this Oh-oh, let go of my body I can't dance, but I don't care And now I'm going for the last ordes Two, three, four
à l'apogée De son moral doré Trouvant sa floraison Dans le confort de l'inambition Inquiet des regrets à venir Il cherche la réponse Sa vie se
Why keep moving without a mission Yeah Hold on baby hold on Keep the lights on Tell me what's your inambitions Make a confession Ohhhh other situation
her She can see from many POVs To her you're a disease Like a drug addiction You surrender her in-ambitions A black hole that lets nothing outside She's
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