We'll get older
We'll get bored out of our mind
Get cold shoulders
Walk a line
We live in the city of norms
Spoon-fed from the day that we were born
Yet the clown, he promised a balloon
to get us closer to the moon
Uit : Hunger at the door - Balthazar (music & words : Devoldere/Deprez)
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