In the climbing flood
And you kneel before them
It's common sense
It's practical
Lay low
One moment I beg
I bolt
On a thousand legs
What you can't say swallow
At the moment I'm bored
Buried more and more and more and more
I slam my finger in the door of love
God damn the judging
Strangers judge
All I want, all that I want
A burning bush or
A button to push
A chance encounter
With common sense
Common sense
When you're in some bad light In the climbing flood And you kneel before them It's common sense It's practical Lay low One moment I beg I bolt On a thousand legs What you can't say swallow At the moment I'm bored Buried more and more and more and more I slam my finger in the door of love God damn the judging Strangers judge All I want, all that I want A burning bush or A button to push A chance encounter With common sense Common sense Explain Request ×
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