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Tempesst
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Toma Banjanin
Toma Banjanin
Leadgesang
Andy Banjanin
Andy Banjanin
Schlagzeug
Blake Misipeka
Blake Misipeka
Bassgitarre
Eric Weber
Eric Weber
E-Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Toma Banjanin
Toma Banjanin
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Elliot Heinrich
Elliot Heinrich
Produzent:in

Lyrics

I got a stiff neck from all this bowing down I wasn't made to be kissing the ground you pricks are parading on And from this lowly point of view, the cracks in the pavement Look like canyons I wish you'd all fall into I hauled up in a den on South Fourth and Driggs Doors down from where my hero drowned in his Black Spring A century on, the words still ring true "No saint ever set foot on Myrtle Avenue" Why the face? Give us a smile What did you expect from a city that loves no one On my own, far from being alone I find myself anonymous in New York I got a stiff neck from looking up to you Seeing through the worn-out monologues and your counterfeit views I want to know, who do you become Without your audience or chorus line kicking along? On the rooftop, having no fun In the bellows of the city that loves no one Cursed by the crowd unaccounted for Surrounded, anonymous in New York They pour out like ants through a crack in the wall Starved for attention, eating their young I might just stay a while, stay a while, stay a while I wanna be ignored, be ignored, be ignored I wanna be anonymous in New York
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