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Sometimes I feel like I'm in China, man, stir fried in a frying pan
Like a tyrant man is got me by the throat and now I'm dying man.
Just want to fly again, high and then sound the siren
And later when I try and land I'll be far from you in China land.
So don't worry about me, I'll be down by the sea
Finally a peaceful individual, I'll send you back residuals
Visuals of my rituals, I'd rather you not be miserable
But then again I'm remembering, to you I'm just invisible
Would you believe if I said I couldn't make it
In a doubtful world that would rather have my fake it
I'm sinking in a sea of unknown faces
Like a drone, like a drone, like a drone.
HATA BİLDİR
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