ItStopsToday - Galactica lyrics

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ItStopsToday - Galactica lyrics

We struggle just where we hang out The list of choices is that short tonight In every foreign country looking for my own one We're on sight Who needs a fridge in exchange for cloudbreakers and spaceships and ground-shakers who could bring hell down? Now I'm my own cloudbreaker under the rule of damn lakers and amba**adors paid for clouds So we exchanged lives and d**hs for architecture I got love for now So we exhanged the songs with the meanings to the songs without meanings and that was right 'cause I think I love all of this so much I could speak Italian Walk out of the apartment see another galactica outta here See, I'm just afraid of my own language and I sing my fear I see you're not afraid of little damage, wanna be my compatriot? I hold this liquor and I hold this kir, kir, kir, kir Maybe you thought of me better, my speech is not coherent What the doctor says, huh? "Can you sleep my dear at all?" My stream of consciousness, your armored train of thoughts Every time we walk out the apartment another galactica outta here, see All the spaceships are replaced by planes That we're riding again and again Leaving beloved country for which we got hatred Girl, wanna be my compatriot? Girl, wanna be my compatriot? Girl, wanna be my compatriot? By the will of summoned comissariat I close borders and you're my compatriot, girl Who needs a fridge in exchange for cloudbreakers and spaceships and ground-shakers who could bring hell down? Now I'm my own cloudbreaker under the rule of damn lakers and amba**adors paid for clouds So we exchanged lives and d**hs for architecture I got love for now So we exhanged the songs with the meanings to the songs without meanings and that was right 'cause I would always love the way you walk across the country, hold a bottle, you know And for all the text messages the readers are so subtle, you know And dark bathrooms from childhood and the lights turned off Sometimes prefer them instead of those with self-proclaimed photomodels, you know Who needs a fridge in exchange for cloudbreakers and spaceships and ground-shakers who could bring hell down? Now I'm my own cloudbreaker under the rule of damn lakers and amba**adors paid for clouds So we exchanged lives and d**hs for architecture I got love for now So we exhanged the songs with the meanings to the songs without meanings and that was right 'cause

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