LYRICS GAME

Fill in the lyric gaps as you listen to the song

Music is music

But I'm alone in my room

My buddy is constant stress

It's time for the ego trip

My sink is full of soda water

I don't take photos

I won't sign your albums

I can't fit

The stories of your lives

When I ride the elevator

I'll follow the footprints

With a word of recognition

I'll wipe the left corner of my mouth

The inbox is full

Don't send anything

I'm slowly losing my voice

A few more good albums

I'll finally get out of here

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands

Every day I hear: you won something again

Soon there'll be no room for another diamond

You're ruining me

You're ruining me

I'll taste anonymity when

I take a quick trip abroad

I get strangely homesick then

When I take an invisible step

In the country by the Vistula

Everyone calls me by my first name

And my last name

Is a sign read aloud

The inbox is full

Don't send anything

I'm slowly losing my voice

A few more good albums

I'll finally get out of here

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands

I'm becoming a monster, because then I feel that

Though I exist, I'm not really there

Thanks to that I can get on an old bike

Live in a tenement building

Not wash my hands