Father
(Indisponível)
I don't have an idea to writet, at this time my head is empty.
I look around trying to find something to say.
I could talk about nature or youth, social problems or politics.
But I know that would be just shit.
Cos' I don't wanna think I don't need to say anything, all I just wanna is sing.
I don't know what to write there's nothing in my mind
So fuck off I don't want to be a problem I'm not the father of the world The world's not mine.
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