I was throwing up in the toilet, a life in excess
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I think of you at 04:00 and I'm still awake
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I was at the last bench and I was already dreaming of this
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Some friends are outside and some are inside
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I was throwing up in the toilet, a life in excess
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I think of you at 04:00 and I'm still awake
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I was at the last bench and I was already dreaming of this
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Some friends are outside and some are inside
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I entered in the second hour, still with the grass on
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I had two toxic friends and the filters in my wallet
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With eight bitters in my throat, who knows if you still think
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I'm lost on the street like drug seekers (Drugs)
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How can I love you if I suck at myself?
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And tell me how to love you if you are with him in bed
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Here everything goes to hell and yet it goes from bad to worse
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Decide if you want to love me or shoot me in the chest
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I was throwing up in the toilet, a life in excess
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I think of you at 04:00 and I'm still awake
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I was at the last bench and I was already dreaming of this
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Some friends are outside and some are inside
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I was throwing up in the toilet, a life in excess
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I think of you at 04:00 and I'm still awake
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I was at the last bench and I was already dreaming of this
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Some friends are outside and some are inside
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They want us dead, but I don't want to (It goes)
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I locked up my mind for freedom
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And I have lost friends as if they were the change
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I say that I love you even if I cannot understand you
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I've seen friends fight over drugs, hate each other for a bitch
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Leaving home to wash the toilets in London
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At school I used to smoke in the bathroom
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My brother was selling in the interval
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Zero alternatives, he was forced to do it
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I was throwing up in the toilet, a life in excess
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I think of you at 04:00 and I'm still awake
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I was at the last bench and I was already dreaming of this
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Some friends are outside and some are inside
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I was throwing up in the toilet, a life in excess
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I think of you at 04:00 and I'm still awake
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I was at the last bench and I was already dreaming of this
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Some friends are outside and some are inside |