Only myself, a bottle, smoke from cig and beat
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I don't need anything anymore, I don't need anyone
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Sometimes I feel like I'm flying high
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Only myself, a bottle, smoke from cig and beat
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I don't need anything anymore, I don't need anyone
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Sometimes I feel like I'm flying high
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But I always go back to the ground
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Smooth landing or crater
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I fly too close to the sun I end up burned
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I've been licking wounds myself while he's playing the beat
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Locked in the cell of his head
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I'm looking for new bars somewhere
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If I can't, I'll go around my bars
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I'll run out of that sick dump for a while
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I come back and go there again
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I pour myself into that music, fresh as a mineral water
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From the whiskey, I turn on the nozzles
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I love enemies, drive away loved ones and find out
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It's always late
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I get up in the morning from a shattering skull
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I have no idea where I am
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Even where I have been, the woman lies with me
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They smell nice, everything flows somehow
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The days fly away shrouded in smoke
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The guardian angel is nowhere, so the devil is probably with me
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It looks damn good, where are you going?
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Maybe one day I'll come, for now
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Only myself, a bottle, smoke from cig and beat
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I don't need anything anymore, I don't need anyone
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Sometimes I feel like I'm flying high
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Only myself, a bottle, smoke from cig and beat
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I don't need anything anymore, I don't need anyone
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Sometimes I feel like I'm flying high
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If I smoked, I would light a cigar now
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But I drink and when I drink I drink the first league
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The ligot of summer days was shrouded in clouds that just flow
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I'm hanging out with a hood on my head
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Her tousled hair just hides under her
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I can't tell you anything important, don't take those few minutes
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When I have time off and time for myself
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We can miss them by going to get fucked
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And then I'll tell you the whole thing
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How simple life is, what a great, fancy beautified thing
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Or I'll describe the problems hidden in the chapel
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I refuse to choke on myself, to carry them to bed, why
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Brilliant descriptions are hidden in my pen
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Beate therapy that no one will take from me
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Friend, I hope you don't make it
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If you have to tell me your truth, you too
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Don't grit your teeth these are no games
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Reality will make you sick
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So don't tell me the delusions, you better tell me a joke
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Only myself, a bottle, smoke from cig and beat
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I don't need anything anymore, I don't need anyone
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Sometimes I feel like I'm flying high
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Only myself, a bottle, smoke from cig and beat
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I don't need anything anymore, I don't need anyone
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Sometimes I feel like I'm flying high |