lyrics
Somehow all you certainties will be the pledge of your servitude
Your mouth wide open, swallowing the obvious
Get I get the time… Get the time... Holy shit !
Get the time to explain to you what I could and could not do
All my doubt and fear stands in a ballet
How can I’ll be clear in my head when there’s a doubt at the polling station?
Gradually I began to understand, what’s in their mind and what’s they are about to say
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released July 24, 2014
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