Don't ask, everything was full of holes, I was drunk and I remember
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Don't ask, the road is gone, it's gone in the middle of a thorny day
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Don't ask, my lungs are dead, narcotics in my pocket
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Then, this song played in my head, I listened nonstop, without you ever hearing it
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The city rides on my back, my head suddenly turns
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The work is a mad storm, my tears dry in my eyes
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The city rides on my back, my head suddenly turns
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The work is a mad storm, my tears dry in my eyes
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Don't ask, everything was full of holes, I was alone, besides, I don't have a place in the world.
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Don't ask, it was bad, people were bad, they were strangers and liars
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Don't ask, those pockets of mine are holes, it triggers anxiety
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Then, this song played in my head, I listened nonstop, without you ever hearing it
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The city rides on my back, my head suddenly turns
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The work is a mad storm, my tears dry in my eyes
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The city rides on my back, my head suddenly turns
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The work is a mad storm, my tears dry in my eyes
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The spinning mill stopped, from the tension of knowing
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Eczema covered tiger, no sleep pills
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Ignored patients, bed-bed fallows
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Eczema covered tiger, no sleep pills
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The city rides on my back, my head suddenly turns
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The work is a mad storm, my tears dry in my eyes
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The city rides on my back, my head suddenly turns
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The work is a mad storm, my tears dry in my eyes
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The city rides on my back, my head suddenly turns
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The work is a mad storm, my tears dry in my eyes |