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A disenchanted heart unmaking plans,
dreaming bohemia on the left banke.
The loveless adult always on his knees,
howling, wanking.
Running around. Living inside, outside of the comfort zone.
Roaming around. All hail to the slaves of the underground.
All this talk of growing old and I could hardly define maturity.
This body of indiscipline is still looking for a home.
Come take me, I'm so horny!
Running around, living inside, outside of the comfort zone.
Roaming around, all hail to the slaves of the underground.
What a bitter scene! (x4)
At all time, keep swimming, swimming, swimming...
With the underdog, keep swimming, swimming, ...
Left my bitter schemes in Willesden Green. (x4)
At all time, keep swimming, swimming, swimming...
With the underdog, keep swimming, swimming, ...
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