No knock on your door, your house is cold
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Your room is dark, the glass mist
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There is light, but we go consciousness
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It's not clear who you are
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What happened is that his heart is heavy
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Drinking has been twenty years
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You don't have a soul anyway
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Dirty soul standing up to stay
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Don't you know no
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The goal is always to get out of it.
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The hand did not reach out to help
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swell list one by one
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Looking for houses one by one
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neighborhood fire place
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Since you got burned
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You went in and out, they are waiting for you to die every time
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leather of bags
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you got money crazy
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without thinking of yourself
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You fed your family heep
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Your pocket full of black money but rub it
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See more of your hand work stop
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Someone comes and holds his arm, he inquires
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The police take your wrists and make you talk
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It's so hard to breathe here
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It's so hard to stay alive
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How many roles did he play
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How many toys was spent
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Night and day
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load pockets
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machine at waist
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Lungs Mold
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Fill the bag and drive fast
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Try to figure it out but I'm stuck
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Right, all forget
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Throw your goodness into the sea and find peace
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Can everyone be saved
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He's been living in that hole for a long time
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Contents of the game
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Stop, there is a way
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A ladder to heaven is always built again
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Even if you're stuck in the storm
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The wave stops
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A cure is found, this road is full of hope
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Your pocket full of black money but rub it
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See more of your hand work stop
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Someone comes and holds his arm, he inquires
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The police take your wrists and make you talk
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It's so hard to breathe here
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It's so hard to stay alive
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How many roles did he play
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How many toys was spent |