In delirium tremens you boil comes down to only one thought
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Local alcoholics will catch up, you just whistle
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In a wretched hut, a pungent smell of smoke with fumes
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Mom will not count the money that she saved
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Drunk nipples with a cigarette in their teeth on the balcony
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Femininity under the tattoo remained like prisoners in the zone
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Love in the morning sobered up lost interest
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It's better to close your eyes to all this and go to the forest
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It's not easy here and only the weak leave this world
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It's not easy here and I'm so scared to fall into the clutches of death
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See this pain in the dark before it's too late
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Call for help louder mom your son is in trouble
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It's not easy here and only the weak leave this world
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It's not easy here and I'm so scared to fall into the clutches of death
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See this pain in the dark before it's too late
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Call for help louder mom your son is in trouble
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Get out of this shit you're up to your neck
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Unsuccessful attempts to quit and only a spasm in the muscles
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Irritability is normal on the hands, the veins are punctured
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This is not horror, but real life, you are a prisoner in it.
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Fading fire in the eyes of these sunken cheeks
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Kill yourself from the inside choosing the easiest way
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Tighten the tourniquet and inject desomorphine
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It's not over yet, but here comes the movie credits
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It's not easy here and only the weak leave this world
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It's not easy here and I'm so scared to fall into the clutches of death
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See this pain in the dark before it's too late
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Call for help louder mom your son is in trouble
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It's not easy here and only the weak leave this world
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It's not easy here and I'm so scared to fall into the clutches of death
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See this pain in the dark before it's too late
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Call for help louder mom your son is in trouble |