| This is an Outbreak
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| The story starts again
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| I know you need one shot to start again
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| The world can be on your feet
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| You know the choice is yours
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| No regrets or remorse
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| And I need one shot!
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| And I need one chance!
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| To break everything. |
| Go!
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| And I need one friendly hand over me
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| I won’t be anything
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| Just everything for you. |
| Go!
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| And I need one friendly hand over me
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| Broken glasses on the ground
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| Your drunken father on the couch
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| You miss your mother
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| You need a friend to start again
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| Go a thousand miles away
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| A place where nobody can say:
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| «your value is connected to a stupid name»
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| I wanna go away
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| This could be the day
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| Languid eyes over me
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| They want my flesh again
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| Candies under the tongue to blur the nightmare I’m forced to live
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| I’ve tried so hard to be somewhere else
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| This place I don’t belong
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| And I need one shot!
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| And I need one chance!
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| To break everything. |
| Go!
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| And I need one friendly hand over me
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| I won’t be anything
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| Just everything for you. |
| Go!
|
| And I need one friendly hand over me
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| Broken glasses on the ground
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| Your drunken father on the couch
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| You miss your mother
|
| You need a friend to start again
|
| Go a thousand miles away
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| A place where nobody can say:
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| «your value is connected to a stupid name»
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| I wanna go away
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| This could be the day
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| Burn! |
| Burn! |
| Burn!
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| I’d like to dig your chest with my hands
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| Broken glasses on the ground
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| Your drunken father on the couch
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| You miss your mother
|
| You need a friend to start again
|
| Go a thousand miles away
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| A place where nobody can say:
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| «your value is connected to a stupid name»
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| I wanna go away
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| This could be the day |