The police knocked on the door...
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They were called by my neighbors
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M and F in my bed
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Broken furniture, favorite TV
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Traces of tantrums all around
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Their faces are just numb
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And cocaine has nothing to do with it, it's white
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I'm pumped up with some crap
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Rubber bands and wine glasses, six rounds of revolver between the legs
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Between the cheeks, between the eyes and everything is covered in blood
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You are like ice. |
What have you done - look
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Between the legs, between the eyes and everything in the blood
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You are like ice
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The police were knocking on our doors
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Bullet in your head, in your head
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Two bodies were cooling down on the bed
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Bullet in the head, in his head
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Cigarette smoke swirls in the atmosphere
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Bullet in your head, in your head
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Two bodies were cooling down on the bed
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Bullet in your head, in your head, in his head
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The police knocked on the door
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They were called by my neighbors
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Now it's not fun at all
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Broken furniture, favorite TV
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Traces of tantrums all around
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I fell into your networks...
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As before, I could not notice ...
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I'm pumped up with some crap
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Rubber bands and wine glasses, six rounds of revolver between the legs
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Between the cheeks, between the eyes and everything is covered in blood
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You are like ice. |
What have you done - look
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Between the legs, between the eyes and everything in the blood
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You are like ice
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The police were knocking on our doors
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Bullet in your head, in your head
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Two bodies were cooling down on the bed
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Bullet in the head, in his head
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Cigarette smoke swirls in the atmosphere
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Bullet in your head, in your head
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Two bodies were cooling down on the bed
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Bullet in your head, in your head, in his head
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In the head, in the head
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Bullet in your head, in your head, in his head
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In your head, in your head, in his head
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In my head |