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SIT BACK, RELAX, POUR A DRINK INTO A GLASS, CLOSED EYES, IN MY MIND I THINK ABOUT MY LIFE, NO LIES, INSIDE MY HEAD AND INSIDE MY MIND, BELOW MY HEAD YOU CAN SEE MY SOUL CRYIN' I cannot tell you the truth, The reason for this is I do not trust you, I'm sure you'll get rid of me, Bitch, just to get my wallet, Your vision works not for a person, BUT FOR MONEY, YOU CAN KILL ME EVEN WITH POISON, ANYWAY I WILL BE LONELY THESE DAYS I AM NUMB, THE FACE IS WIPED OFF FROM ALL EMOTION, MY MOOD GOES DOWN AND UP, DROWNIN' IN FANTASIES N' IMAGINE MY TOMBSTONE, I'LL DRAG ALL THE SCUM WITH ME INTO THE GROUND, I've heard many reproaches that I'm livin' my life wrong, But alcohol erased all memory DOWN TO THE LAST KILOBYTE, All the voices and noise beyond MY HEAD ARE WHITE I'm numb lying on the floor, Something paralyzed my bones, They are motionless, I can't get up, I wish I'd accept someone's help, BUT NOT A KNIFE STAB, I'M WAITIN' FOR THE GATE TO HELL, THIS LIFE IS A CRAP... I only believe in myself and my feelings... FEELINGS THAT FUCKING NO LONGER EXIST...
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