| Afghanistan burns in glass
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| My eyes will lie that I'm tired
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| But in this half-sleep I see something that you will never see
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| I don't need your whore
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| I'm not used to looking around
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| My city is where bells ring instead of common sense
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| And I fucking sent everyone, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send,
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| And I sent them, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send
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| Dirty, damp
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| You are used to it
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| This is how you piss me off
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| People look at my clothes
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| It's like it's not possible
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| My brothers are all in tattoos
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| We smoke poison all day
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| Opium in my stomach
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send,
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| And I sent them, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent, sent
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send
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| Send, send, send, send, send, send, send, send |