| I sing songs about lovin' my life, but today I just don’t have the energy.
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| I’ve thinking 'bout leaving this life, cause these bruises inside,
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| don’t feel real to me.
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| How intriguing the dullness, that swallows your soul, to the strength of a wet
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| paper bag.
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| How deceiving the notion, I cannot control my own life, so I’m choosing my death…
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| But I’m still here, I’m still here, I'm still here, I’m still here,
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| I’m still here, I’m still here…
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| I’ve got numbers for friends I don’t like,
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| And I’ve got numbers on most of my enemies.
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| I’ve got one thing to say before I’m drunk again. |
| Oh, it burns, oh it hurts and
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| it burns.
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| How intriguing the dullness, that swallows your soul, to the strength of a wet
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| paper bag.
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| How deceiving the notion, I cannot control my own life, so I’m choosing my death…
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| But I’m still here, I’m still here, I’m still here, I’m still here,
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| I’m still here, I’m still here…
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| (Dank an Nora für den Text) |