Loud Crowd Songtext
von Sunhouse

Get up off of my face
I′m sick
Stand up off of my head
You're sick

Jump off the train to ego city
Offer your plane to fame
Twenty-five years of fake fake feeling
Gradually ennamed


It ain′t easy at the top
It ain't easy at the bottom
I will not philosophise
I've forgotten
More than you can memorize
Memorize

It ain′t easy on a high
It ain′t easy on a low
Now is just one of those times
I wish I had enough time
To kill the television
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