| Another day of shameful living’s coming to an end
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| Twelve hours of jests and hurting words that Mickey’s used to stand
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| A daily dose of cruel gibes, a sorrow’s set in emerald eyes
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| Who the hell needs such a being when the dying looks so nice?
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| Pleasant smell of bubble bath
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| Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath
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| Let the life flow out of veins
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| Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?
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| A nagging hurt of dirty pranks is tearing her apart
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| How could they all be so unkind and stab her in the heart?
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| Sweet-scented foam is getting red while scarlet drops are dripping
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| A final whiff of Mary Jane before a long and quiet sleeping
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| Pleasant smell of bubble bath
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| Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath
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| Let the life flow out of veins
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| Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?
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| «How could you be so unkind? |
| How could you be so unkind?
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| How could you all be so blind and make me live that way?!»
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| Pleasant smell of bubble bath
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| Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath
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| Let the life flow out of veins
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| Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains?
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| Pleasant smell of bubble bath
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| Slow, slow, slow, slow down your breath
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| Let the life flow out of veins
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| Do you really think it’s gonna ease your pains? |