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944 B
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39 lines
944 B
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{title: Dostihy/Race}
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predhra ale powerchords - zacit slabe a zesilovat
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[D] [A] [C] [G]
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[D] [A] [C] [G] G jen jednou
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refren kus
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It’s a race, they say, we all fall, they don’t care,
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Replaceable pieces in an endless affair.
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sloka
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Keep running, almost there, what are you waiting for?
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Why aren’t you moving, what’s holding you back..
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I’m paralyzed, stuck in place, it’s too much, I crack (stuck, ..
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A product of something that nobody sees,
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Feeling empty, like I’m on my knees.
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Refren
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{soc}
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It’s a race, they say, we all fall, they don’t care,
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Replaceable pieces in an endless affair.
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{eoc}
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Just another name in the crowd, fading clear.
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Yeah, it’s on you—no one else is near.
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sloka 2
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Can’t tell if I’m breaking or just feeling numb,
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Worn out, used up, am I coming undone?
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Everyone passes, I’m left in the dust,
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In a world that pretends there’s someone to trust.
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I’m screaming inside, but no one can hear
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