Gray tones will consider an indifferent look
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Rotten thoughts in my head and only poison in my soul
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And it's been going on for years
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Only trouble-free nipples sometimes invigorate
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I want to take and run away not to sit like a vegetable
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In the head number 103 belated help
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Midlife crisis perhaps too early
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Just wildly got all the same panorama
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Sorry saint there is nothing
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Everything is the same as always, the wind blows me in the eblo
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Shut the door of no ambition and put out the light
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I know it's impossible to cure the cancer of the soul
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Sorry saint there is nothing
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Everything is the same as always, the wind blows me in the eblo
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Shut the door of no ambition and put out the light
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I know it's impossible to cure the cancer of the soul
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By nature, an alarmist and a pessimist
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Everything will be bad, you'll see even if you're clean
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Sooner or later there will be a black streak
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When I'm left an orphan, my eyes will tear
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Anger and aggression for the whole world, I would not say
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Envy and dreams rock a full concert hall
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Genuine interest in art with a strange plot
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Fuck the majority opinion and end it
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Sorry saint there is nothing
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Everything is the same as always, the wind blows me in the eblo
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Shut the door of no ambition and put out the light
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I know it's impossible to cure the cancer of the soul
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Sorry saint there is nothing
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Everything is the same as always, the wind blows me in the eblo
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Shut the door of no ambition and put out the light
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I know it's impossible to cure the cancer of the soul |