Come ´nd look inside, there´s no place I can ever ever hide, no no.
Dusty pictures an old roof, GrandMa paintings, GrandPa shoes, did I tell you? It´s my home.
And they´re comming all, urbanization.
And Its feels like they wanna´beat your dolls,
and they´re changeing the way life is solved.
Killing colors, quiet society, no no, no no.
And green color still, great grass for cheap bills.
Money its killing art, nobody follow his heart.
I just dont belive, great man life is gonna give.
Buildings are worring all, big Heights that you can fall.
That you can fall, urbanization.
And Its feels like they wanna´beat your dolls,
and they´re changeing the way life is solved.
Killing colors, quiet society, no no, no no.
We´re not prepared, to have kids on this earth.
You think how its life, but real history its hide.
And they´re comming all, urbanization.
And Its feels like they wanna´beat your dolls,
and they´re changeing the way life is solved.
Killing colors, quiet society, no no, no no.

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