The city of canals and red lights,
Not tired of its sleepless nights.
Do you feel the smell of pot and hash?
You, a numb witness of solitary lives.
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The daily routine bores the pants off me,
I feel like the guy in The Groundhog Day.
The smell of boredom is turning my tummy.
If it doesn't change, there'll be hell to pay.
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The knight of Darkness is knocking on your door
He's your late hour visitor, mute and scary
Is that the guy you've been so long waiting for?
To protect you from a retentive memory
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You look like an aging doll
Time is ruthless and hurting
Your pretty boobs are sagging
But you seem not ot care at all
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The first night together was the last
Love died and remained in the past
The morning is too sober for us to enjoy
I wish I had another good ole boy
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Sitting home alone,
With nothing to do
She wanted so much
To do number two
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We went for a ride in your old Ford
You complained about being that bored
And I thought I'd crash and burn
With you unless I poised on tightrope
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Preaching salvation from your multiple sins
Is making you hallowed and ready to forgive
Your avowed enemy, even though he wins
And now tell me how does the other half live?
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Tormented and hurting by the heavenly desire
I climbed down on earth, hoping of recovery
Found a magic spring to put out the murderous fire
Couldn't wash away a stabbing pain out of my memory
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You, solitary souls who lose love and
Haven't found yourselves in this rapid time
I wish I helped you unless I was face
To face with myself which is also a crime
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