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Picnic in the 4th B

Picnic
Picnic
Picnic
 
There's a woman who can't stop
Talking about glamour
And he only thinks about eating
His forbidden fruit
My majesty has been lost
Among a crowd
Wetting the rug
With its diva dreams
 
Picnic in the 4th B
It's a matter of voltage
Picnic in the 4th B
You got me used to it
 
They're knocking on the door
For the tenth time
Is anyone else coming
When that spent face leaves
And the alcohol goes down
In between the avalance I will be able to stick my nose out
And get out to the street
 
Picnic in the 4th B
It's a matter of voltage
Picnic in the 4th B
You've got me used to it
 
I prefer to wander aimlessly
To cover my room in paper
I thought I changed that sound
 
And here I am
Dancing this damn song
Oh no...This isn't my night
 
Picnic
In the 4th B
Picnic
 
You've got me used to it
 
Picnic (In the 4th B)(In the 4th B)
It's a voltage explosion
 
Picnic
Picnic
 


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