| Fucking walls are torn at close range
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| My body is somewhere between my legs
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| Fucking telly playing hard rock
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| I hear, hush, I'm not dead (I'm not dead!)
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| I fell like a leaf, but spring
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| Enough feelings - but for a while
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| Until Jameson is over
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| Show me where the dawn of power
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| Where is youth and my incentive
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| To live here just as beautifully
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| And don't give a fuck if you threw
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| For the sake of grandmas the whole family
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| And with them children, resentment
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| Can you see how much a holiday costs?
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| A holiday is worth a life
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| There are no windows in the house, but I can see right through it
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| My author does not smell of dust, he stinks of passion
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| There are no windows in the house, but I will die here from the light
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| My path to the house is trodden in the footsteps,
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| But I'm lost
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| God where am I?!
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| In a godforsaken place
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| We are not treated in the dark
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| We were forgotten in this abyss
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| It only shines for us to be at the bottom
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| I'm shaking parts like in fucking hell
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| I'm bad in part only in the choice of girlfriends
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| There are so many whores on the road, as if it were a highway
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| We forgot a lot, but we didn't know much,
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| And what did you think?
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| What are the districts living cool here?
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| What did you think?
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| What is it that starts the morning from the bed?
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| What did you think?
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| What's cold outside?
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| From within, the flame is so warm,
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| But there is no flame in the hands,
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| And you talk to me
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| In order not to lose
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| I don't see these faces
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| I see only dirt around,
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| And you talk to me
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| To not disappear
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| I reach for the lifts of the sun,
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| But I'm being pulled into a whirlpool
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| In a godforsaken place
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| We are not treated in the dark
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| We were forgotten in this abyss
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| It only shines for us to be at the bottom |