They all tell me that I'm mediocre.
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The thing is, I don't argue with them.
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Who cares?
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No, no, no, I didn't want that
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I'm through the ashes, the death of centuries walked upstairs
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With the question “What? |
How? |
Where? |
Why? |
What for?"
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To the faded light in the distance through the stuffy regional department
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No, no, no, I didn't want that
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I'm through the ashes, the death of centuries walked upstairs
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With the question “What? |
How? |
Where? |
Why? |
What for?"
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To the faded light in the distance through the stuffy regional department
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No, no, no, I didn't want that
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I'm through the ashes, the death of centuries walked upstairs
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With the question “What? |
How? |
Where? |
Why? |
What for?"
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To the faded light in the distance through the stuffy regional department
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From Central Asia, but Bangkok area
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I grew up among the ego, the height of the mountains
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Grew up without a father, but didn't even ask a question
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Height is average, but in the end the trunk is larger than Oxymirous
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(Look) I survived, I'm young, offended by the bastard
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So give me a barrel in my hands, I will serve cold revenge
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They, perhaps, did not want evil,
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But now it's my time not to weigh the pros and cons
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(I don't give a fuck)
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Yes, yes, yes, I wanted everything
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I walked upstairs through the stench, rubbish, hail
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With the question “What? |
Where? |
How? |
Why? |
What for?"
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I was not afraid to run to the quiet ringing of coins
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No, no, no, I didn't want that
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I'm through the ashes, the death of centuries walked upstairs
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With the question “What? |
How? |
Where? |
Why? |
What for?"
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To the faded light in the distance through the stuffy regional department
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Help if you can, but I'll pull the trigger
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And someone's love will die at this moment,
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But there is one point, I will clarify: so that you can
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Get me right, I'll shoot a clip in your forehead
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After all, I already killed you inside myself
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If you crossed the road to my brothers in roles
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Invented by me, you will also be hung up on a rave
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In this imperfect world, the ideal villain, and I
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No, no, no, I didn't want that
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I'm through the ashes, the death of centuries walked upstairs
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With the question “What? |
How? |
Where? |
Why? |
What for?"
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To the faded light in the distance through the stuffy regional department |