Feel The Sun
These thoughts can be evil and they often deceive
Gotta believe that I can overcome
My fears are the worst and they always return
I never learn
Feel like I don't belong
Lost in the wreckage
Of a million bad dreams
Hard to function
I just need some routine
God, it's obscene
When did they stop the fun?
I knew that something must be done
To save the person I'd become
That's why I had to run away
Feel the sun
Waves crash like my emotion
Life has begun
Now I will be safe from the storm
I found the one
This angel's my salvation
I'm feeling strong
You will be there if I fall
Guilt is no use it will tarnish your soul
Just let it go
The battle will soon be won
Cold in the shadow of who I should be
There's a fire burning deep inside me
Helping me see
Only I hold the key
And now I stand here unafraid
Proud of everything I've made
That's why I had to run away
Feel the sun
Waves crash like my emotion
Life has begun
Now I will be safe from the storm
I found the one
This angel's my salvation
I'm feeling strong
You will be there if I fall
There's so much energy
At last I can be free
I am the person I was looking for
Feel the sun
Waves crash like my emotion
Life has begun
Now I will be safe from the storm
I found the one
This angel's my salvation
I'm feeling strong I'll never fall
You are there when I call
Super czadowa babeczka na dyskotece, oparta o bar, znudzona saczy drinka. W pewnym momencie patrzy, a na parkiecie pomyka sobie calkiem niezly koles. Mysli sobie "jaki zajebisty typ, musze go trafic". Dopija swoje i rusza na lowy. Podtancowuje do goscia, ociera sie o niego i rozpoczyna podstawowa gadke uwodzenia:
- Ale pan ladnie tanczy.
Na co koles gasi ja szybko:
- No i ch...
Panienka w szoku ofiary gwaltu odchodzi z powrotem do baru. Zamawia sobie drinka ale typ jest tak nieprzecietny, z stwierdzila, iz musi go miec. Wali wode szybko i znow podbija do pieknisia z haselkiem:
- Ale pan ladnie tanczy.
- No i ch...
Wraca jak niepyszna do baru, kupuje kolejnego drinka i juz wie z tym razem jej sie uda. Konczy pic i juz calkiem niezle ubzdryngolona probuje po raz trzeci szczescia. Podchodzi pewna do kolesia i prawie krzyczy mu w twarz:
- ?adnie pan tanczy.
- No i ch...
- Ale pan jest wulgarny.
- No i ch.. ale za to ladnie tancze.
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