| Black teared desolation with my head held in my hands
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| Broken heart inside my chest, a sadness in my pants
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| Calmly contemplating kissing this cruel world goodbye
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| When I felt a certain reassuring hand upon my thigh
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| He said «How ya doing mate»
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| I can tell you’re feeling blue
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| I’m gonna help you out coz I know I was once like you
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| Said I’ve suffered bleak emotions friend
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| You’ve got nothing to fear
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| Strapping up my arm as he whispered in my ear
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| You need some relaxation, some rest and recuperation
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| For fixing up the aching without love
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| You need someone to understand
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| Touch your heart and hold your hand
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| You need a friend, and a lot of drugs
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| «Now you’re feeling better
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| Could you do something for me?
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| Tape this package to your leg, make a delivery
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| Swallow these balloons and get on the next flight
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| Try not to use the toilet till you reach the other side»
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| And customs love, for all the things that
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| I’ve been dreaming of a friendly hug, and a rubber glove
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| And a little bit of cash for the Indonesian judge |