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When I get home it's late at night |
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I'm black and bloody from my life |
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I haven't time to clean my hands |
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Cuts will only sting me through my dreams |
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It's well past midnight as I lie |
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In a semi-conscious state |
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I dream of people fighting me |
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Without any reason I can see |
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In the morning I awake |
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My arms, my legs, my body aches |
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The sky outside is wet and grey |
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So begins another weary day, yeah |
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So begins another weary day |
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After eating I go out |
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People passing by me shout |
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I can't stand this agony |
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Why don't they talk to me? |
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In the park I have to rest |
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I lie down and I do my best |
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The rain is falling on my face |
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I wish I could sink without a trace |
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In the morning I awake |
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My arms, my legs, my body aches |
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The sky outside is wet and grey |
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So begins another weary day, yeah |
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So begins another weary day |
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In the park I have to rest |
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I lie down and I do my best |
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The rain is falling on my face |
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I wish I could sink without a trace |
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In the morning I awake |
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My arms, my legs, my body aches |
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The sky outside is wet and grey |
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So begins another weary day, yeah |
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So begins another weary day |
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So begins another weary day, yeah |
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So begins another weary day |
