The man returned to his friend's manor
The man burned a cigarette on his forehead
The man returned calculating his destination
He walked another step and didn't see
He was killing time in a another little street
And the voice was weak, no one heard him
The larva stretched out and the sun blazed
The march of time stopped
There was a ditch in the long street
And the door was locked, no one was waiting for him
The man was digging a grave in his life
Not even the sky was silent there
He had a wrinkle on his long face
He wasn't coming for anything didn't come for nothing?
And the street was wide and the street was cold
He walked one more step and fell
There was an hour when there was a life
That the man walked that the man was running
And the door locked and a shot rang out
The march of time stopped
The man returned to his friend's manor
And the house was dark and the door was slamming
br/>The man burned a cigarette on his forehead
He walked another step and fell
On the way back it was night
Life was sucking
There is time and measure
Life was sucked
What a man needs is another song
Now that the cold is back

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