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Leapfrog over fences
   Little time, less senses
   Here by this railway cutting
   Life goes quick and it goes without warning
   That´s how life is in my bombsite dwelling
  
   But I don´t believe you have to be an idiot
   To get somewhere these days
   I don´t believe you have to sell your soul
   And do what everybody says
   Or get carried away
   Nowadays I fall among the empty shells and pray
   Give thanks - I´m happy where I am
   It´s just as well
  
   Well, I thank God never closed my eyes
   Thank God I never compromised
   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy
   Thank God I wasn´t mesmerised
   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy, the bombsite boy
  
   There´s a killer in your subway
   An anarchist on your street
   There´s a breakdown on your T.V.
   You can´t find no relief
   In fact no feelings at all
   Your war is totally internal
   At least I´m sure that mine is on the outside
  
   Thank God I never closed my eyes
   Thank God I never compromised
   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy
   Thank God I wasn´t mesmerised
   Bombsite boy, the bombsite boy, the bombsite boy

Teksty piosenek - news'y

2010.09.06 10:21:46

How often do you work out?ö Okay, that probably wasnłt the best, but you get the picture?

None of your beliefs need to be true; they are just your filters for your current experiences. But for those of you that do know, here is a word of warning: Matching and mirroring is a rapport builder, but there are ways and means of doing this that go way beyond just mechanically copying peoplełs body movements or physiology. Half an hour later you are building great rapport because she is doing most of the talking and you have shown lots of interest in her.