Egor Romanov - Nerves

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I am under no illusion
To support this free division
Of impatient mouse-clickers
Who are seeing what they don't

Who decides what's right or wrong
If a name as if they know
Tells them everything about
Current status-quo, no doubt

Sitting, clicking and digesting
It's amusing to be honest
Eyes wide open - staying focused
My enigma says "Run, Forrest"

Haha
I am done with it. Aha
It's already two AM
And I'll repeat it once again

Nerves, nerves
It's getting on my nerves

Nerves, nerves
It's getting on my nerves

Nerves, nerves
It's getting on my nerves

Nerves, nerves
It's just getting on my nerves

This is all I wanna know
Are you ready to go home
Right, this is not my prose
I digress, I'll go compose

Shaking milk with pints of oil
Sounds sweet, though I won't try it
It's my optical illusion
Or whatever they would call it

It's already two AM
And I'll repeat it once again

Nerves, nerves
It's getting on my nerves

Nerves, nerves
It's getting on my nerves

Nerves, nerves
It's getting on my nerves

Nerves, nerves
It's just getting on my nerves

Written by:
Egor Romanov

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