| I'm dissatisfied with myself, I slept the whole summer
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| I multiply worries, I'll make up for everything again
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| Remember me not like that, maybe I'm just tired
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| And my friends in backpacks pack me piece by piece
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| I'm dissatisfied with myself, I slept the whole summer
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| I multiply worries, I'll make up for everything again
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| Remember me not like that, maybe I'm just tired
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| And my friends in backpacks pack me piece by piece
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| I hear how cool the earth vibrates,
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| And freshmen fly in the sky
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| My whole family has long been tired of waiting for the promised
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| Predators praise tags
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| Honest robbers are their hungry females
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| Who owed whom, all equally for three
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| Sharpening is not a katana, but a katana is not a tongue
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| I powder my nose and treat you to zombie
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| To be a musician is when on a string from the world
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| Every now and then a smoke break, a fracture, a shift change
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| Dirty jokes for shitty samples
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| In leasing independence, drink all the juice out of me
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| At the bottom of me, honesty feels like snot
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| Fallen women are invited here out of pity
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| I was talking about music until you interfered
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| I talked to my friends and they just watched
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| They want to fuck me, but I'm stalling for their time
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| And I don't do anything else. |
| fuck yourself
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| I have too little time to get up from the table
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| I sleep even in a wheelbarrow, but I write my muzlo
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| Only in a special atmosphere at a special angle
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| You have worn out knees, I have a hungry bro
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| Why did I call you if I hammer the bolt like that
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| Yes sir, just like that
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| Digging into you, but without physical contact
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| I know the final before intermission
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| I'm dissatisfied with myself, I slept the whole summer
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| I multiply worries, I'll make up for everything again
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| Remember me not like that, maybe I'm just tired
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| And my friends in backpacks pack me piece by piece
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| I'm dissatisfied with myself, I slept the whole summer
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| I multiply worries, I'll make up for everything again
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| Remember me not like that, maybe I'm just tired
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| And my friends in backpacks pack me piece by piece |