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My Private Nation
                                
                                    
                                        
                                    
                                    
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                            | Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man | 
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Текст песни My Private Nation
                                                                Why you gotta treat me like I'm a low down dirty
Climbin' up on thirty
Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk
And talk junk
You musta fell out of your bunk
And smacked your head
Or your face or somethin'
I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream
Take the bus
Go on and get yourself your own dream
This is my own life keepin' me down
Where I wanna be in my private nation
I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call
Here for just a while when in my private nation
You can ride or you can go
Why you gonna step on shoes
When you don't know whose been in 'em
Have you ever been more than a bump
                        Climbin' up on thirty
Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk
And talk junk
You musta fell out of your bunk
And smacked your head
Or your face or somethin'
I don't need nobody flyin' in my jet stream
Take the bus
Go on and get yourself your own dream
This is my own life keepin' me down
Where I wanna be in my private nation
I'm alone all thinkin' life's a phone call
Here for just a while when in my private nation
You can ride or you can go
Why you gonna step on shoes
When you don't know whose been in 'em
Have you ever been more than a bump
                            
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