Текст Ian Brown – Own Brain
Текст:
You can’t fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
You may hit the ceiling to be healing from the scars
Through aftershock tremors, through weather
Through anything ever, here we came, sir, rise around
From stony ground I’m far away, upon my path, upon my way
The wasted days are history, the future is a mystery
I’ve got my own brain
It’s good to look on route to stare, a second glance as your laid bare
Your action’s more than systole, the future is a mystery
The wasted days are history, the future is a mystery
I’ve got my own brain
It’s good to look on route to stare, a second glance as your laid bare
Your action’s more than systole, the future is a mystery
I’ve got my own brain, I got the one aim
I’ve got my own brain, an anagram of my own name
You can’t fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
You may hit the ceiling to be healing from the scars
Through aftershock tremors, through weather
Through anything ever, here we came, sir, rise around
The realms I found are where I stay
My blood flow halts, my temple veins
I’ve got my own brain, I got the one aim
I’ve got my own brain, an anagram of my own name
Own brain
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