Anton Malinen - Changing stations - Lyrics

Hands on the wheel,
Traveling the road.
Heart is open, eyes are closed,
Do not belive in what I'm told
Free spirit of ringing pastor.
I don't ever know
But the feeling grows
I don't ever show.

Mess in the kitchen.
Mess night spaghetti.
Life and they will em' back,
Sell them ready.
Just keep whipping.

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Talking cover
Both we roll with the benches.
Hella to believe
It's a source of relief
And sense of reality.
Remember immigration
Serving on the radio
Is changing station.

That started our,
Got a web selective,
Keep missing touch it.
But still shooting at a
Time for something restive.

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Crying feels
Smile through the pain
Just thankful for this the chain
To try again and
Try and try and try again
And trying not to cry
But this whole feeling high
What you keep inside