(muz./sł. Holden Avenue)

Each day you’re hunting me
Like I’m some kind of pray
I’m afraid to walk alone
No, I don’t dare to stay
Refusing to adapt
You’re forcing me to kneel
I live in constant fear
I live in constant fear

Because I love the taste of fight
Because I do not like your style
Because you’re not the one from here
Because you know all my fears

Neither your homie nor you bro
I know it well
This lovely neighbourhood
Seems like my private hell
Not looking for a trouble
Facing it with eyes-closed
But you’re still chasing me
Why are you chasing me

Because I love the taste of fight
Because I do not like your style
Because you’re not the one from here
Because you know all my fears

Because I came too late



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