Plastic Stress کے بول

Oh i'm on my own I danced to the traffic You know that, you've been there And oh just out of me I'm here, i scream I need to renew I start with my shoes I buy some new high When I fall off I cry When you follow you die Oh I could be you How much of you How much of you is true? Sometimes I tripple (?) How happy we could be And oh i'm (to?) all three I double myself I trouble myself Love, love. Love in the middle of the fire fight Love in the middle of the fire fight Love in the middle of the fire fight Love in the middle of the fire fight Love, love, love. Everybody's waiting Everybody's something Plastic stress Love Everybody's waiting Everybody's something Plastic stress I double myself I trouble myself I double myself I trouble myself Plastic stress