Take the chance to drag yourself
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Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
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The night is near tomorrow
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I couldn't find the excitement
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look at my delusion
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My real depression
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Sansara in the cockpit panic definition
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Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
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The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
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Take the chance to drag yourself
|
Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
|
The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
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Definition of marten in panic in the cockpit
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Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
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The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
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A quiet night, renewed syllable
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Actually duplicate target at once
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I could not unite with anyone in this frame
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I said I got better
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Who watched my eyes, my fine pencil
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You know, I'm keeping promises, here's the depression
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Let's find the way my game is to find it
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And without examining our senses
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This looks at my song that lost its mind
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Jackal in ambition that turns the corner
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The ambition that brutally humiliated some
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The pen that actually made some of them a vizier
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To those who hear this money's ayana adjustment
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How long has the time been, this one is cocky
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Let's stay by the way catch my head here
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Let's play the game of the haram, come to the poor again
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In the spirit of true wealth. |
Everyone thinks it's in my palm
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I don't know where the feelings were. |
Anxiety is also growing in delusion
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This is in depression. |
Every part of me is in resistance
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Near tomorrow, again tonight. |
I have no excitement in this life
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Take the chance to drag yourself
|
Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
|
The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
|
Definition of marten in panic in the cockpit
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Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
|
The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
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Either way I still need money
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I hated my life I'm thirty but
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But again I need money, easy money for me
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I need easy money again, maybe it's a lie
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Maybe the one who erases the traces of my past
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The angel smiling in our face smiling behind us
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I'm officially deleted bodily, by name
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I'm all evil. |
lie all around me
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I ask you how could I not be devil
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How can I believe and plunder in my heart
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On my antidepressant pills or something
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I'm walking the road and my hazel eyes are black
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At night I'm on my mind and I'm walking into the cold
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Even when I have a lot of work, I go to bed with an idiot
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I'm idle until my foot slips a lot, I'm black until my black side is revived
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In the spirit of true wealth. |
Everyone thinks it's in my palm
|
I don't know where the feelings were. |
Anxiety is also growing in delusion
|
This is in depression. |
Every part of me is in resistance
|
Near tomorrow, again tonight. |
I have no excitement in this life
|
Take the chance to drag yourself
|
Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
|
The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
|
Definition of marten in panic in the cockpit
|
Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
|
The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
|
Take the chance to drag yourself
|
Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
|
The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression
|
Definition of marten in panic in the cockpit
|
Recognize the lies. |
time couldn't stop
|
The night is near tomorrow
|
I couldn't find the excitement
|
look at my delusion
|
My real depression |