Zywa
On the run
If only we were invisible
free from obligations
not in this glass house
I miss people
who care about me, mama
like you, mama, you
When I get out of here
I don't need anything
but friends around me
The contracts have been signed
they shattered the glass
and the sun shines on us again
Yet we run off
we are free and run away
from greed and applause
Now that we have escaped
we don't need anything
but friends around us
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