| You are usually on the alcohol on the other hand
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| (give me my pill)
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| I'm scared upstairs
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| And I don't want to commit suicide
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| (give me my pill)
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| Guys emosion wires waiting
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| the time has come
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| that you come to my room
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| that you come to my room
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| on this side asia on the other side
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| silence below
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| Guy here by my side
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| I am deep red
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| the fanatical moment
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| And the same story repeats itself
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| But there's a party in my brain
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| My brain
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| my brain
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| I just want to take advantage to be able to appreciate you
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| I'm the new pretender
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| Of the billis cocoreshion
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| Of the billis cocoreshion
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| I have a TV that loves me
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| I have a puzzle
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| And I thought about buying myself
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| A love of novels
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| I have a clot
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| In my mind that speaks to me and convinces me
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| And every time I turn
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| That desire haunts me
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| (to follow the best life to you of my pill)
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| I send it to you walking
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| For death without hips
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| I'm sick of this dinner
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| I just want a beauty who loves me
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| And it gets into my cavesa PAPA
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| I rot in my brain and more people in my mind
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| (give me my pill)
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| I have a dinner in my head
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| And I don't want to commit suicide
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| (give me my pill)
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| I who persecute me
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| And I get lost among the people
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| And I feel indifferent
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| And I'm still not aware
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| And I'm still not aware
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| But I have the same dream
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| I don't want any more wishes
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| I no longer have saliva, my pills come out
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| I am in a theoretical institution for passion
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| And the ants talk to me
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| That I'm already on the other side of the pain
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| of the pain
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| Please I want to jump on my bed
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| And meet you in my dream
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| I've been looking for you inside my bureau
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| inside my buroo
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| I'm going to put you to wash the pants
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| And lit I give you my wishes
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| And I'm going to lend you my heart
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| I don't want more evenings
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| I don't want any more magazines
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| I don't even want my life anymore
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| I am alone in this corner
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| I don't want any more ramires
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| I no longer want repressive
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| I no longer want little machines
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| (yes man it's good)
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| I don't want any more moments
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| Let them rot between stories
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| I can't stand a moment anymore
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| And I want to commit suicide
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| I don't want Coca-Cola anymore, much less Pepsi-Cola
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| Or maybe he chose his mother
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| who already comes to confess
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| I DON'T WANT ANY MORE NATIONS
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| NO BORDERS
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| NO FLAGS
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| ALL THIS IS NO LONGER
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| I JUST WANT A BAR
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| A BAR
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| A BAR |