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In the disco, where the kids go
There you know what the name of game is
On weekends you go out and
You get on with the wizz and the ladies
And thet tear up your mind, make you go blind
Sink your head in smile
So they burst your bubbles and thet get into trouble
By diskomesser
Well the king may have forgive you, but you ain\'t gonna forgive
The king
\'cause not had put a question like \'do you like it?
Or \'what do you think?
And they tear up your mind, make you go blind
Sink your head in shit
So they burst your bubbles and thet get into trouble
By diskomesser
She lies... That\'s the only reason i live for
No doubt... Not even a second is clear
I can\'t get out, she lives so near i can\'t deny her
You know, we go... Pappara...
I can\'t grasp the way that you feel, \'cause i\'ve been there, but you
Ain\'t been there, living on methadon, carry home, cinamon
Mother and father and chemical marathon... Diskomesser
She lies...
With the lover in your side for years, you don\'t know each other
But you never care, \'cause as she\'s playing sad with untrue tears
She only saved it for the time you\'re there
Ez itt az ÉRZÉS!
