My mind is a warrior,
My hati, tengah-tengah is a foreigner,
My eyes are the colour of red like a sunset,
I'll never keep it bottled up,
Left to the hands of the coroner,
Be a true hati, tengah-tengah not a follower,
We're not done yet now,
I see it in your movements tonight,
If we should ever do this right,
I'm never gonna let anda down,
Oh I'll never let anda down,
Now keep it on the down low
And I'll keep anda around so I'll know,
That I'll never let anda down,
I'll never let anda down.
You're strumming on my hati, tengah-tengah strings like anda were a grade 8 but I never felt this way,
I'll pick your feet up off of the ground and never ever let you...
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