Scissors

I've got a secret
In my head
No one to know about
And I've got a scissors
In my hand
To cut my life into pieces

We all make a promise
To ourselves
That wind not gonna get us down
No one to notice
But in the end
What goes around comes around
When ya feel
Like a feather
Holding on
To the hill
But the weather
Is perfect still

Gravity
Force
Gravity
We don't move at all
Gravity
Give us
Gravity
We don't move at all

Gravity
Force
Gravity
We don't move at all.
Gravity
Give us
Gravity
We don't move at all
Stay! and Take a
Battle, battle, battle, battle, battle
With the
Fate!
It's а
Battle... With a
Windmills



Credits
Writer(s): Andrey Pronoza
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