歌词
There’s no rules to this disorder
I cup my hands, I drink the water
The news was fake, the drugs were real
The dream was gone, not its appeal
The picture does appear
But something interferes
Couldn’t come home with it
… Some holiday
And if there was a method
To give us a raw power
Be with us in our hour of now
She did it, everything for you
In everyone I know
They have the means to show
Couldn’t come home with it
These times are so demanding
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