Change your Visions, give us a sound; Keep your ears to the ground. Lost your mind, and out of control... I'm gonna be a fucking superstar.
Change your Visions, give us a sound; Keep your ears to the ground. Lost your mind, and out of control...
Change your Visions, give us a sound; Keep your ears to the ground. Lost your mind, and out of control... I'm gonna be a fucking superstar.
Well it's not too much to ask of you, baby, It's not too much to ask. It's not too much to ask of you, baby; Why don't you come around, come around, come around, come around...
Just leave this place, So no-one's a flat age. Just leave this place, We are going to turn things around.
Change your Visions, give us a sound; Keep your ears to the ground. Lost your mind, and out of control...
Change your Visions, give us a sound; Keep your ears to the ground. Lost your mind, and out of control... I'm gonna be a fucking superstar.
Well it's not too much to ask of you, baby, It's not too much to ask. It's not too much to ask of you, baby; Why don't you come around, come around, come around, come around...
Just leave this place, So no-one's a flat age. Just leave this place, We are going to turn things around.
Change your Visions, give us a sound; Keep your ears to the ground. Lost your mind, and out of control...
Change your Visions, give us a sound; Keep your ears to the ground. Lost your mind, and out of control... I'm gonna be a fucking superstar.
By Ăani-BOY
Compositor: Robert Swire Thompson (Rob Swire) ECAD: Obra #15486218 Fonograma #1523804