I'm lying in the hallway with a broken head
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Blood flows across the floor
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I'm with a broken head absolutely without feelings
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Stuck on the floor like Chupa Chups
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I'm lying in the hallway with a broken head
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Blood flows across the floor
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I'm with a broken head absolutely without feelings
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Stuck on the floor like Chupa Chups
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I'm just a microbe in a concrete box
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A lone psychotropic at the bottom of a Louis Vuitton bag
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A barely smoldering goby on the side of the district
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Taxis do not go here, at best an ambulance
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(I'm lying with my head in the corridor)
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Our world is like a dump, we are children of Cyberpunk
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We shine in the dark like lighters
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Our world is like a dump, we are children of Cyberpunk
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We shine in the dark like lighters
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I'm lying in the hallway with a broken head
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Blood flows across the floor
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I'm with a broken head absolutely without feelings
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Stuck on the floor like Chupa Chups
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Clock tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock
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Cigarettes in the gas tank, the gas tank is not to blame
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I fell asleep in a car with my heart in my arms
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Was it classy or not
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(But why) But why am I falling down?
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And hallelujah (Oh-oh)
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I'm lying in the hallway with a broken head
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Blood flows across the floor
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I'm with a broken head absolutely without feelings
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Stuck on the floor like Chupa Chups
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I'm just a microbe in a concrete box
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A lone psychotropic at the bottom of a Louis Vuitton bag |