We drown our sorrows with our colleagues
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It was bad, and now we're emerging
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I know the face of the guy who hurt us
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(That's where the blood was), I washed it off my face
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And I covered the wounds with plasters
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I've been happy as fuck lately because
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Everyone agrees with me
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And it is a bit like having a doorknob in my hand
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And ... he aimed it at the face
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They pretend it's fun and that I'm not a bastard
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They're not telling the truth, seriously
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He lives among nice lies
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I had a bad day yesterday
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Somehow I wasn't doing well, and it started running
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Somewhere far away, and stress was eating me up
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And I ate the medicine (Fuck, this day is supposed to be good)
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Take these papers at their word
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I will go to the website and withdraw some coins
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He buys Red Bulls, the coconut ones
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And will thank all my relatives and you, ey
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I was homie withdrawn like menthols
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And it blows cold from me until today
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It's stress that wants to kill me
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We drown our sorrows with our colleagues
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It was bad, and now we're emerging
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I know the face of the guy who hurt us
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(That's where the blood was), I washed it off my face
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And I covered the wounds with plasters
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I've been happy as fuck lately because
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Everyone agrees with me
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And it is a bit like having a doorknob in my hand |
And ... he aimed it at the face
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They pretend it's fun and that I'm not a bastard
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They're not telling the truth, seriously
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He lives among nice lies
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I'm sitting outside
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I'm dizzy because I don't care about my health
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And I drank for them, I drank to myself
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I'll light a pipe and I won't know
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I'm fine and it's totally sick
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They said I wouldn't come in, some gentlemen here
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Well, I'll fuck off
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I'm going in the right direction, I'm attracted to hahment
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Always like Micro Torrent
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I speak in a different tone, because it's a Chivas sound
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In total, I have half breakdowns like in Metalcor
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I'm losing control
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Okay, I have one more idea for the chorus
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I will also recommend him
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I prefer her as a friend
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And it's a bit like I have a handle in my heart
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Maybe I actually have it, the door is not open
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Your key is too old, because they have a different lock
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(You won't rob me anymore)
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Everyone agrees with me
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And it is a bit like having a doorknob in my hand
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And ... he aimed it at the face
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They pretend it's fun and that I'm not a bastard
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They're not telling the truth, seriously
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He lives among nice lies |