I'm in shit every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I'm so fucked up people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit
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Yes, it's a vicious circle
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I see the whole world as if in smoke
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We start the game
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I'm flooding to zero
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit
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Their tomorrow will be the same again
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Whatever you amuse yourself with
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Lew on her without clothes
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Hey, I do everything like a fucking Churchill
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The clown will tell for brotherhood
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I don't give a fuck, I don't believe their fairy tales
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All they need is hate and deceit
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All I need is to get away
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Everything that was - opened and drank
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Bay on the wire, I'll answer her later
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All I need for a weekend with her:
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lime, tequila, salty skin
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She is like velvet to the touch, m
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Motherfucker, take it easy
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Because you smile the most
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When you fly into the mosh pit
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This bitch is drinking Baileys
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Her kent drinks Baltika 9
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I rent a hotel room
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I spill cocktails on the floor
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We twist, twist, twist, twist
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Everything that was will be again
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Seven days a week at the studio
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Every weekend and everyday
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I'm in shit
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I'm in shit every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I'm so fucked up people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit
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Yes, it's a vicious circle
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I see the whole world as if in smoke
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We start the game
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I'm flooding to zero
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit, every day
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I don't give a fuck about people
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After all, I'm in shit
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I can't run away from myself
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Even if I'm in the trash again
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At the bottom of the bottle there is a window into the new limbo
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In this glass, half empty
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I pour cognac into the neck
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Everything that burns I pour into the fireplace
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Hey baby, stay with me until the morning
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Even if this is our grave
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I see the slopes of new destinies
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I drink for those who were and will be
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Bullshit what people will say
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Give a fuck about all their attempts
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I'm going against the light - straight into the darkness
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Smoke billows again on the balcony
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My senses are tripping again
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But there is nothing in me but emptiness |