| In my life I couldn’t put things to the right
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| On covered miles you can’t find
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| My fleeting marks
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| Worn out shoes, half read books,
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| Failure, failure everywhere, it’s a state that
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| I can’t bare
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| Up to know I played the game
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| Tried to cerate castles in Spain
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| But I’m afraid that too much time
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| Can’t be wasted on such a crime.
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| In my life I couldn’t use the given cards.
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| I let the losers win and built my house of cards
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| It’s from hopes, passed up chances, lonley walks
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| Hand strokes, needed body heat, all these
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| Surroundes me like walls
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| Up to know I played the game
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| Tried to cerate castles in Spain
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| But I’m afraid that too much time
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| Can’t be wasted on such a crime. |