Из альбома: Small Rooms
A season with no sun
Is like a killer with no gun
A gala dinner with no shirt
A tricky player with no game
I need a season with the sun
Like the killer needs a gun
To be the dinner being the guest
To be the trick behind the best
To be the trick behind the best
To be the trick behind the best
But there's a season with no sun
A loser killer with no gun
A gala dinner with no shirt
A tricky player with no game
I had a season and I had a sun
I am a killer but I need a gun
No way for dinner and no way for guests
Oh it's ok, I need a rest
I want my own self back
I want myself back
I want my own self back
I want myself back
I want my own self back
I want myself back
I want my own self back
I want myself back
I want my own self back
I want myself back
I want my own self back
I want myself back
I want myself back
I want myself back
It's time for me to have myself back
A silly game just gives no fun
(I want myself back) And there's no place where I can run
I want myself back
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