Songteksten

"I'm sick of myself", repeating over and over again I don't know why I wake up in the morning I don't have a clue but I'm still here It's time to become someone, to make it worthwhile To justify the space you're taking I better find a vision, a religion A brand new golden credit car A religion, an opinion I don't think I care I need a little push I need a little magic I need a little music I need a little, need a little truth I need a little push I need a little magic I need a little music I need a little, need a little truth Is there anyone else glitching over and over again? I don't know how to stop stagnating Stuck in reverse, gathering dust. My prime? A year, a month, a chance, to pause, restart Can't find a reason to unbreak it I better find a vision, a religion A brand new golden credit car A religion, an opinion I don't think I can I need a little push I need a little magic I need a little music I need a little, need a little truth I need a little push I need a little magic I need a little music I need a little, need a little truth Am I supposed to be impressed? I'm bored with tags and definitions wrapped around my chest Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, eat I'm going through the motions gladly staring at my feet What is it all about, find my out somehow Purpose give me, purpose give me something to sing about Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work, eat Sleep, work, sleep, work, sleep, work I need a little break I need a little magic I need a little music I need a little, need a little truth I need a little push I need a little magic I need a little push I need a little, need a little truth
Writer(s): Francisca Tores Leiva, Karin Aguilera Martinez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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