Drop dead
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Hanging on the phone, drowning in a drink

I could feel relaxed in it

I turned up the volume, playing all my solos

I'm feeling such a moron

I dislike the faggots and their tiny carrots

The same I think of Magog

I will take a ride, soon I'll be on board

I'm told it's such a bore

I'm told it's such a bore

Hunters on the trees yearning for my wish

Step by step side by side I can smell the thrill

I decide to get a round in for everyone

The first one came up, the other ones stopped

Acting like I'm in frenzy acting like a star

Looking through the darkness in a boulevard

Dancing with the moonlight, close to Mike and Tony

In this concrete tower I'm a bit phony

Soon I was very happy and content

Relaxed on my own I grabbed her hand

Later we found ourselves out in the street

A glare catch our sight, the beauty and the beast

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