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In your arms I die
Of boredom and I dream
Something else
escape
I don't know what's wrong
Everything seems ugly to me
The worst is that it's without
Raison
How is this a crime
To get depressed
And grind coal?
That makes me sick
I take it for my rank
Full mouth for not
A circle
I feel like I'm cracking up
Maybe just a pair of slaps
Would give me back my sanity
How is this a crime
To get depressed
And grind coal?
And you tell me that
I'm like a record
Who wouldn't turn
Not round
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