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a truth called nothing
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My secret life
This dream, this life, this condition All my despair and all my fights My relief, my pride, my lies My late-night collapse It's my secret life, but it disfigures me
Share in the failing Of the economy
I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead
A blood-red sky, a shakedown A rapidly deteriorating situation It ain't a colourful metaphor for my life It's a huge sack of shit in the middle of my life
Living alone
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead, dead, dead, dead, dead
Look: There's no denying this That overall, I'm happy as can be I want to appease the world It's really a gift, but it disfigures me
I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead, dead, dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead I'd like to be dead, dead, dead...
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