| Can’t be more clear, no wanna hear you cheer here
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| Just wanna make U think instead, we are all connected
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| Come along and sing with I, We gonna chant this on the fly
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| Gonna take our chance, if I can make U see that I need U
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| And you need me…
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| Individuality, is killing you and me
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| Won’t find no hidden explanation
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| Just troubled for our population
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| Race, rat race and blind conquest
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| Leading to upheaval in the NSE and rest
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| Nothing new here I know that it’s clear to me
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| But there’s that question to see or not to see
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| And when U try to focus everything is going blur
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| Listen to this eye wash or I’ll spit gum in ya fur
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| Individuality, is killing you and me
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| Me so sorry, I got a little cross, won’t shout you don’t need a hearing loss
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| I feel so useless, I sometimes wanna cry, often think for my girl in the sky
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| High above all this nonsense for the time, being, is already something,
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| I can die
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| Peacfully, f*** I did it once angain, thinking for myself I can’t control this
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| pen
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| Individuality, is killing you and me
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| Texte & Musique: Florian Gratton
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| Co-Edititeurs: Editions OKC et MOSAME |