†his C­øuld B≡ Us - Pyjama Angel lyrics

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†his C­øuld B≡ Us - Pyjama Angel lyrics

[Verse 1] Every day the same procedure Year after year I am still the same believer I wake up I stand up I grow up I blow up I put my Nikes on and go to work every day Yeah I put my spikes on and go to hurt every day And I still got the same friends from 10 years back I want to change my way of living but I'm thrown right back You know I want to see the real world What's going on out there I'll do the f**ing best of it And I know that I can't make it here But well I guess I don't have an other option I got to leave behind everything that I got And I guess it is ok if it is for the better So I leave my bed and pack my bag and write you a letter That I'm on my way now On my way up the ladder Yeah I'm crawling out of my cocoon It is metamorphosis [Chorus] It will be a long journey And I'm feeling like the real kid all along my way All along my way out of my bed I'm just the Pyjama Angel And I got nothing on But my whole life in a pocket A pocket full of dreams Instead of the gold [Verse 2] I'm inspired by my big brother's New Season Telling me to take off this pyjama for a reason That keeps me in my bed And doesn't let me leave But now I'm leaving Yeah I left I'm going out to the cruel world And I'm probably never coming back 'Cause there's nothing to come back for I'm out To live my dreams of getting independent And appreciated for everything that I did Yeah I'm out It is time to take off my sleeping coat I am still an angel But my wings are dirt now I got a nimbus and a black crow on my shoulder at the same time Both protecting me in their own way But always for my benefit No I didn't sell my soul to the Devil But I didn't let God script my level either I'm on my very own now Trying to find a reason So I can proudly look back And say it was right to leave [Chorus] It will be a long journey And I'm feeling like the real kid all along my way All along my way out of my bed I'm just the Pyjama Angel And I got nothing on But my whole life in a pocket A pocket full of dreams Instead of the gold