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My eyes were running as I walked out from that room Saw the whiskey bottle and tried to clear my brain Tried to tell myself that I was not insane Trampled by a thousand pairs of marching feet Horns were blaring but the cars were standing still Is it society or me that's feeling ill? My mindless body's walking by itself once again I thought of home and woman lying in my bed Shall I go to work or go right home instead |
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Soaked right to the skin as the rain was coming down When I reached my house the door was open wide I got this feeling there's another man inside |
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Headed for the bedroom and walked up to the door Four policemen pushed my down onto the bed I heard them say to me one false move and you're dead |
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