Denis Lyubich - Getting Out Of Here | Текст песни

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• Getting Out Of Here

The end
of imagination,
I have
no dream and I don’t care.
My death
won’t be a big sensation,
So I
suppose it will be fair!

Chorus
And you see me falling
And I can’t keep going
on.
And you go away
With these words you say
to me,
It’s time to make it clear

I’m getting out of here.


Verse
This year
is just like any other.
I’m sick
of darkness in my den.
You say
that I am like your brother.
And I,
I want to be your man.

Chorus
And you see me falling
And I can’t keep going
on.
And you go away
With these words you say
to me,
It’s time to make it clear

I’m getting out of here.

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