Strolling Around

Traveled to dark places
Always on the run
Don't tell me - to slow down
Shit on your - opinion
Don't burn your fingers
Forgot what's right or wrong
Can't lock myself up
Can't prevent myself - from strolling around

Have to do this kind of shit - again and again
I've felt in love with stories - from the good old days
Refuse to lay back - and wait for the end
Won't play the little role - they taught me to play



Credits
Writer(s): Roland Grillberger
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