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• Artiste: Abby Normal
• Titre: Dead At 17
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Dead at 17- Dead at 17 Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream When you´re 17 Everyday is a holiday, All the way is the only way TNT and a side of fries, Insanity can’t be sanitized There’s other things that I’d rather do Fuel to burn and I’m coming through I let the fumes go to my head But either way I think I’m dead at 17 Dead at 17 Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream When your 17 Dead at 17- Dead at 17 Lost in between and no it aint a dream when you´re 17 I’m at war with humanity, Live in this world of stupidity I’m so annoyed with everything, I growing into a big nothing I don’t care about the state in, A snot-nose punk who just can’t win An angry misfit that’s seeing red, But either way I think I’m dead at 17 Dead at 17 Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream When your 17 Dead at 17- Dead at 17 Lost in between and no it aint a dream when you´re 17 I feel, I feel, I feel like shit, I need something to smash, I need something to hit I feel, I feel, I feel like shit, I need something to smash, I need something to hit I feel, I feel, I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it I feel, I feel, I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it I feel, I feel, I feel like shit, I need something to smash, I need something to hit I feel, I feel, I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it I feel, I feel, I feel like shit