Missing You
My Own Thing
I'm looking out upon the world
So many different faces
You may be flying high
But I'm not trading places
A thousand dreams they fill my head
And nothings gonna stop me
If things may get in your way
Push them to the outside
Don't care what people say
You gotta make your own ride
In this crazy world where
Things are always changing
CHORUS:
Hey yeh yeh
I'm just doin my own thing
Hey yeh yeh
I'm just doin things that make me me
Hey yeh yeh
I'm just doin my own thing
Hey yeh yeh
The sun is shining in my sky
And no rain can touch me
Feel I could run a million miles
Nothing's gonna change me
Feel I could climb a mountain
And yet still be grounded
CHORUS
Now I stand where I belong
'cause I know what's going on
I got it worked out in my head
And if I stumble or I fall
I know I'll be stronger
CHORUS x 3
Na terytorium Indian polozono droge zlazna. Wodz postanowil osobiscie powitac pierwszy przyjezdzajacy pociag. Stanal na torach podniosl reke w gescie powitania a lokomotywa... nawet nie zwolnila i przejechala po nim jak po lysej kobyle. Ciezko ranny wodz odzyskuje przytomnosc w swoim kipi, gdy nagle slyszy zza sciany narastajacy gwizd. Zrywa sie na rowne nogi, wyskakuje na zewnatrz, patrzy a tu czajnik z gwizdkiem. Zrzuca go na ziemie, kopie, depcze, wali toporkiem. ?ona wypada za nim wolajac:
- Uspokoj sie, co robisz???
A wodz na to:
- Zabic gnide poki maly!!!
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