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You're sick from the chair,
You don't accept anything other than the rain of lightning,
vitamins and vices.
Outside, dawn has already arrived;
Outside, it comes to tell you:< br/>Stop suffering,
Don't listen to any more ballads, there is no further beyond,
And life is passing away...
You come back from rehabilitation
And you go square by square preaching
The story of the unhappy drug addict,
Outside, a comrade hand,
Outside, it will make you understand:
Stop suffering,
Don't listen to any more ballads, there is no more beyond
And life is leaving us...
It's another closet crisis,
I won't find s nothing to the tone,
That matches exactly with your anguished face
Outside, there are a couple of slaps,
Outside, they will laugh at you,
Stop suffering,
Don't listen to any more ballads, there is no more beyond,
And life is leaving us...