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 |