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I'm walking through the streets alone,
with plastic bags all on my own. The tea-room helps me to survive, A rotten sandwich keeps alive. I lost my job, my home, my wife, that put an end to civil life. My kids don't know me any more, in my face they slammed the door. I walk the streets and have no hope, I drink my booze and shoot up dope. I kill myself in different ways, numbered are my lonely days. |
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#2 |
abgemeldet
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Actually...
Well written, brother. Nothin else to say. cheers. |
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