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Livin' on a shoestring, walkin' on a tightrope, Waiting for the day to come From out of a nightmare, I'm heading for the one hope I'm leaving on the rise of the sun
Gotta get out of here, find a way to leave Not gonna take the easy way out, cause I've found something to believe Gotta get out of here, find a way to escape My thoughts are spinning though my aim is clear, opportunity awaits !
Pressure's rising, blood is boiling, Sap is running low Kitins are thumping, screeching and scouring, I ain't stayin' in these lands of woe
Hacking through the bush like a ragus tracker I been huggin' this old road like a kin Alone out here, lost my mektoub packer And my soul's sure wearing thin But as long as I live, I'll keep kicking along Keep pushing till my blood runs dry To the newfound lands, to the place I belong I can make it if I push and I'll try
Chanson tryker de l'Exode par Kerman Aeron