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690 days ago:
Color, Culture, Money, Beauty
(copyright Tigarah 2007)
Do you feel elegant just because you’re better looking than them?
Do you behave like that just because you have more money than them?
Do you think you can get anything just because you're beautiful?
People become selfish when they get money
How many kids do you think try to survive the rest of their life?
Pre-chorus:
Back off, wake up, shut up, get out
Chorus:
Open your eyes
We’re not kids anymore
Are you pretending you don’t hear me?
We’re not kids anymore
Pre-chorus x2
Color, culture, money, beauty, borders, fame, I don't care
Color, culture, money, beauty, status, name, I don't care
Color, culture, money, beauty, borders, fame, I don't care, I don't care...
There’s no culture that’s superior than others
There’s no color that’s superior than others
But if you still think like that, I can repeat it many times for you
“You’re much superior than me” -
I don’t have time to argue about this with you
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Chorus
Open your eyes
We’re not kids anymore
It’s over, but let me tell you something:
“Young people don’t understand” －
You talk like you know everything but actually you don’t
You can’t even try this game
You say bad things about people and bring them down at your feet
And you try to hang on your pride, don’t you just pretend to be strong?
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