Ceva special ca al meu n-are nimeni si e inutil sa va vorbesc despre asta.


Airbag – Machines and men.
Here they come
Marching on
One by one
They’ll be gone
With boots and guns
Shouting loud
Machines and men
They’re heaven sent
Here they come
Marching on
One by one
They’ll be gone
With boots and guns
Shouting loud
Machines and men
They’re heaven sent
I wanna get out
I wanna be free
So come on now
And get me out
I wanna get out
I wanna be free
So come on now
And get me out
I wanna get out
Does it make you afraid
Or drive you insane
You better run
Cause here they come
I wanna get out
I wanna be free
So come on now
And get me out
I wanna get out
I wanna be free
So come on now
And get me out
I wanna get out
I wanna get out
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Soen – Lotus

[Intro]
Gather around
All the things that we admire
To be here is where I wanted to be
To abandon who I was
Gather around
As we’re pushed towards the fire
We’ve been tricked into believing that all
Starts and ends within our walls
[Verse 1]
Gather around
Holding close your sons and daughters
Promise them that we will all be alright
Let them know you love them all
Talk to yourself
Let your essence be the answer
While we chase the meaning of who we are
Navigating through a storm
[Verse 2]
Gather around and follow me
Something misled us to this
Wanting it all is poverty
Rich is the one who is free
Be the one who wakes up
All of those who roam
[Guitar solo]
[Bridge]
Shake your head to the sides, wake the animal inside of you
Run away from it all, let the wildness be your home
Plant a tree, kill a man, let your instincts be in charge of you
Where you walk, what you dream, measures who you really are
[Outro]
Turn to your friends
Let them face the one you mirror
And the demons that now rest on your side
They will leave you on your own
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Nu vreau sa compun imaginea sau povestea cuiva cu care sa fiu… Daca nu e (own will)… WTF am I even doing in here anymore 🙁 S-au folosit de mine pentru… Compuneri si imagini… In trecere prin nimic… Ha Ha Ha Ha. 
In prezentul meu ( ca doar, ce e) continui sa ma intalnesc cu odoruri din trecut, in mod nejustificat neinteresante. Absolut dezgustator si nimic nu mai e fun indiferent cat de ‘bine’ arata.
Some things I’d like to write about, I can’t even write in my own journal.
Thank you for this

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