Paroles de Frostbite
Oh Land
I'm bored of quality
I'm tired of keeping disciplined
I'm sweltering
The heat is too much for me
Producing this shit
Is pure vanity
I got a frostbite in my frontal labe
I got no empathy
No sensitivity
Please unwrap me from this cotton wool -
I won't be bullet proof
When you smile
You're bored of quality
You're tired of
Keeping disciplined
You're sweltering
The heat is perfect for me
Making this work is not vanity
You got a frostbite in your frontal labe
But I got too much empathy
So much sensitivity
Please won't you wrap me in some cotton wool -
I'm not bullet proof
When we smile
InterprèteOh Land
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