| In these four walls the boredom lives
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| I can’t take it anymore
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| Finally I’ve got my records, books
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| And toys that look like you
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| And the wounds will start to bleed again
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| And routine is coming home
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| And the neighbors will complain about the noise
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| It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| and the two was killed by one
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| It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| and the two was killed by one
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| I start the day with cold blue water
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| And I finish it with dirt
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| No one’s gonna get the message here
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| I can shake my hand as well
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| And the wounds will start to bleed again
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| And routine is coming home
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| And the neighbors will complain about the noise
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| It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| and the two was killed by one
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| It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| and the two was killed by one
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| It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| and the two was killed by one
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| It feels better when she’s gone, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| and the two was killed by one
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| Start running |