Nhạc sĩ: 047, Charlee
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There is so much to talk about,
but not enough time.
It takes too long.
You know
exactly how to get undone,
ain't mine got too thick skin?
We dig so deep and make a big mess,
tired of everything.
How will we ever be able to sort ourselves?
How will we ever be able to sort ourselves?
When we've built a million PCs,
will we tell us apart?
Can I still have your heart?
Keep up with all the times you take my new Pixel 8s?
It gets too hard to tell you keep the walls that you tear down.
How will we ever be able to sort ourselves?
When we've built a million PCs,
will we tell us apart?