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I can't this day We Know it's sunday It's not possible for me to
This is one of days This is one of these This is one of days evereything is fucked up And grinding my head, my head my head
I'll for the messenger the darkness he will provide the clarity
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Where did my run and hide? are the guys with lucky eyes? Where do the strangers at night? this night, How can I?
Where did my angels run and Where are the guys lucky eyes? Where do the strangers at night? this night, how can I?
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I can't stand day We Know sunday morning It's not for me to stay a day or a night
So wait for the messenger Between the darkness he provide the clarity Can not
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