Tak, również punk-rock jest sztuką, a nie ma sztuki dla ...

 See, whoa, c’est la vie
Maybe something’s wrong with me
But, whoa, at least I am free, I am free

 Los chce ze mną grać w pokera,
raz mi daje raz zabiera

 Let me hear your voice
Got the passion time to make it right

 She's like the wind through my tree
She rides the night next to me

 Ain't about how fast I get there,
Ain't about what's waiting on the other side
It's the climb

 Damn, boy you make it hard
Shouldn't need a riddle to unlock your heart

 Since I can recall music was a light in the dark
The rustle of the trees lit a spark inside my heart

 Why am I so emotional?
No it's not a good look, gain some self-control

 I'm gonna swing from the chandelier
I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist

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