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My coffee's cold, my paper's old, |
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My heart is sold to melancholia, |
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My clothes are torn, my shoes are worn, |
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My heart is born to melancholia. |
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A strange surprise, what I despise in other guys is here in me, |
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They lose their girl, they lose their world, |
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And then they cry for all to see, |
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I've never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad. |
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The sheets are gray, left since the day she went away, I lost all power, |
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The dust is thick, the dog is sick, the kids have picked most of the flowers. |
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The sun is shining, but not for me, |
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The sun is shining, but not for me. |
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I've never felt so bad, the fires drive me mad. |
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The sheets are gray, left since the day she went away, I lost all power, |
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The dog is sick, the dust is thick, the kids have picked most of the flowers. |
