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- Virtual life is in our hearts. But I start a new story
About real situations where I'm not a friend with a glory.
Where music doesn't play itself and pretty girls don't kiss your cheek.
Where your first masterpiece is a song about freaks.
I am praying the God to fulfil my wishes
But I'm just the one of fortune's dishes
Of course, I am rude. My life is a long etude.
I won't get a fame and
You won't know my name
Close the window behind you
Don't ever promise (you will) forget me too! (Huh! You will…)
You finally looked at my photo (Did you see my photo?)
Now you see, I can totter (Stop it, mother…)
Of course, I am rude. My life is a long etude.
I won't get a fame and
You won't know my name
I want to dance with you
It is a chance for you
To make our dreams come true
Tell that beauty I am alone
I dance by myself with a rhythm of stone
Try to catch me here, but now I'm there
Singing a song full of dare
Of course, I am rude. My life is a long etude.
I won't get a fame and
You won't know my name
I want to dance with you
It is a chance for you
To make our dreams come true
Of course, I am rude. My life is a long etude.
I won't get a fame and
You won't know my name
I want to dance with you
It is a chance for you
To make our dreams come true