Your enemy
Mirror, you sometime are my only company
My terror
Sleeping on a couch, springs are pocking ouch
I am not a patient man
Rocking on a chair, my soul demanding air
A trip to the country and while I'm there
Understand, what you want from me, I can't give you
They are fat sounds coming out of my head
But I can't seem to understand what they mean
And louder voices talking I don't know they said
It seems a man would leave this place
People, try to understand, into the head of the man his hand is full of sand
Dreaming, he's left his misery. Has money for a land, buys only the best brands
People, try to understand, into the head of the man his hand is full of sand
Dreaming, he's left his misery. Has money for a land, buys only the best brands
Sleeping on a couch, springs are pocking ouch
I am not a patient man
Rocking on a chair, my soul demanding air
A trip to the country and while I'm there
Understand, what you want from me, I can't give you
Why we cannot stand the better things
We'd be on the top collectively
The greater things are there for me
See, I'm only shining in their shade
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