You disappear in my head like drunken garbage
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And antipathy from you is one hundred percent loaded.
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Stay up at night, flipping through my ladies.
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You already have a gram - my dear, you're in the trash.
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Forget me like a traveler.
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Not the same for me, not the same for you.
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I leave the evening, the candles go out.
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These speeches, a closed mind.
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I burned your unspontaneous review
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Passing inside you the entire corridor.
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Hundreds of these mountains were silent to us.
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Minor fingers, I'm not that major, disappear to zero.
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Come on, tell me where I'm wrong.
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Having given everything to you, my wild, wild temper was empty.
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Baby, do the dirt - you're already like scum.
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There is darkness under your feet, emptiness behind you - you destroyed yourself.
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People go through the ears, what will happen to them?
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What they stir up - come on, probably God will judge.
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And you still dream, hanging on muddy movements.
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Hang on, I-I, hang on my, my broken, free lady.
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You are the textures of these gamma, hang in your head, ya!
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Hang on, I-I, hang on my, my broken, free lady.
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You are the textures of these gamma, hang in your head, ya!
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No more of these coins
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Fake light hangs over the wires.
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There is no more, we are no more.
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The air soaked all the leper delirium.
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I'm choking on nicotine that day.
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Knives all fly to my back, which day.
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And you and I dream, we melt the stars to take everything for ourselves -
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Just tangentially, what kind of inhabitants!
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Show me how many rounds spent per soul -
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On my carcass, baby, you're just jamming like that.
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I close my ears, drunk and cold.
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Let's not destroy fate, we only get worse.
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Changes are only for the better, we have changed.
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And your ego was tormented by how many roles you played.
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You are the queen of all nights, I'm just nobody.
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I'm just with nothing, I'm just with nothing
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Hang on, I-I, hang on my, my broken, free lady.
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You are the textures of these gamma, hang in your head, ya!
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Hang on, I-I, hang on my, my broken, free lady.
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You are the textures of these gamma, hang in your head, ya!
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Hang on, I-I, hang on my, my broken, free lady.
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You are the textures of these gamma, hang in your head, ya!
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Hang on, I-I, hang on my, my broken, free lady.
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You are the textures of these gamma, hang in your head, ya! |