Last time a chair was broken
A smoking meadow on a hill
Empty boxes with some roses
How disbloom you can forgive
Satisfaction was old-fashioned
Dogs with hats are barking blues
Dry my voice in desperation
Puking madness on the floor
Take a thrill and die for it
Not for vengeance not for pleasure
'cause the nightmare always win
if you don't wake up
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