I get up early 'cause this fever drives me mad hunting
A dream colourless season like dry
Bread it's over now I'm pretty nice in the morning
Am I lost or am I rising all I have is slow
Surprising don't say it's springtime but don't talk
About the winter try to make up your mind get an
Angel part in a thriller last time I failed but
Now I will choose again who knows it I will lose again
God knows if I will lose again
Writer(s): Zoltan Takacs, Gyula Orban, Zsolt Abraham, Robert Nemeth, Krisztian Szucs
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