| Like a demon seed — I’m goin' out of my head
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| I can’t believe all the fucking crap that I have to grind
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| It’s impossible — my little cotton head
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| I heard you screaming out loud that you rather be dead
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| A long way to the great unknown
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| C’mon and pick up the phone
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| You’re such a loser on a dead end street
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| With flowers in your hand
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| And a sucker at your feet
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| Up on the hills — take a look but don’t touch
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| Shooting up thrills — it’s a little bit too much
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| So what do you know? |
| — and why the hell do you care
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| It’s beautiful up here
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| Bottles and pills — (it's hard to understand)
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| «coz» up on the hills — (nobody gives a damn)
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| It’s a sensation — (it's kind of shitty indeed)
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| But still i will remain up on the hills
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| I can’t close my eyes — oh no
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| Here I go again thru two inch snow
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| It’s unbelievable — it’s hard to believe
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| Chuck is back in town with a brand new deal
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| I think I spot a star, down at victoria by the bar
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| Promile hill won’t change, I got it all with in my range |