Letra de Dead stock paradise

Sick for motorbike
I was daydreaming alone
sick for motorbike
I don´t know what to begin with
sick for motorbike
the air of my room is foul
sick for motorbike
I will do anything for drive

Let´s go beyond my depth
you too are against me
tell me frankly what your ideas on paradise

Walk with long strides
I was daydreaming alone
walk with long strides
but my soul was dry and stiff

Let´s go beyond my depth
you too are against me
tell me frankly what your ideas on my paradise

Oh, my paradise

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