In the basement

Dark morning streets
Dirty crumpled sheets
Fear of being left here inside of me
You work all the time
For the chance to fly
Away from the end on the first plane

Wait for opportunities, it is one in a million
Appear before the world and make a billion
Tell about your life's journey on thousands of TV channels
To get stuck in a fight and be covered by rumors of iron
Make a name and get the fans who are zillion
Go for a walk in designer sunglasses and Chanel
But you still write your strange music in the basement


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