Here's the price, i want it all,
cant deny its glitter calls
Its a brand new day, not hard to tell
The future of this cigarette im holding
Feels like its not late for things to change
When a man stands up to transform
Imagine a blue sky, no bank accounts
said the tv guy, in prada shoes
With materials i bless myself for a matter of time
No fake love 'n' no regrets, they dont manipulate
Despite of my longing for a companion
Cant take the risk of being exposed
When i can entertain myself
With high street fashion, whenever i may choose
Feels like its not late for things to change
When a man stands up to transform
But take a look around you, and tell me now
Who's gonna be our confessor?
With materials i bless myself for a matter of time
No fake love 'n' no regrets, they dont manipulate
Its too late to change now
Or at least thats how they want us
To feel like enough is enough
They want us to pretend
In our own life of exile
And name ourselves as free
Feels like its not late for things to change
When a man stands up to transform
But take a look around you, and tell me now
Who's gonna be our confessor?

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