Often i see, these paparazzi They watching from the bushes They can’t just peel they eyelids I’m stuck, i’m lost My grave is dug, embossed It’s not enough, ah nah Who came for us, nobody You hit the dust, no jar Don’t make a fuss, please call Too many wrongs the rights i cannot see Don’t Forget about me (Too much time to work for another, you gon...Learn More