It could be

These are the times I don't get in trouble anymore
No man's land was called our ground we landed later on
What I want I'm not sure
But I'll be the first to know
What comes first and who is right
And where we're heading for

Way too far, underneath
The facade, held in leash
A broken heart, it could be
A broken heart, it could be

These are the times I don't get nothing from anyone
No real harm after the storm, but everything's upside down
I guess that after many years, I still say fuck the norm
I guess that after many years, I still don't belong

Way too far, underneath
The facade, held in leash
A broken heart, it could be
A broken heart, it could be


Taal: Engels


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