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April 02 cold sunday morning taxi linewell it´s about time, it´s begining to hurt
time you made up your mind
well what mind?
do i have a mind, atleast a standard
standard of what?
cold is comfort, warmth is pain, is it al luck?
useless advices, all the hanging around, all the cutting sides
all my bringing me down
what´s the clock on the wall. feel the slowing of time
fear of voice in the dark, echoing in my mind
all your stupid ideas, got your head in the clouds,
you should see how it feels with your head on the ground
here i´m standing in que, with your fist in my face
all my uceless ideas, am i bringing you down.
rebel rebel your face is a mess
hot tramp i love your soul!
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