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Hat
02:53
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Morning lights reach the cieling
Some say it's a new begining
Their words are cold comfort for me
Pack my things, and I'm leaving
Dim morning air is freezing
I'd be anywhere but here
I do so much to fix my life
GETTING DRUNK every single night
I don't think I have faith anymore
When something changes it's worse than before
I don't think I have faith anymore
Sick of being there, watching the walls
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Hét
01:32
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You're talking like old men on the deathbed
Silent wailing, taking your last breath
Longing for something clear that you can't get
We're not sixteen, but still we are not dead
So sad, not dead...
Bryan Adams you're a fuckhead
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