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How irritable can be people |
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Silly seemed to me their speeches |
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The more meeting in these minutes |
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The more you fill with malice |
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(than becomes nervous break off) |
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I damn all everywhere, ready to breakloose on to anyone |
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Dirty beggar or rich stout |
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Don't get under my hand, for god's sake |
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(time to time) I'm nervous man |
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[Chorus:] |
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I'm nervous, I'm tired of you |
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Get out of my head, primitive race |
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Don't say, don't ask, don't blame me now |
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I'm sick of it all |
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All nervous cells are almost dead, in my boby |
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That's why I often can loose my temper |
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And don't forget, sons of bitches, |
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I live only for myself! |
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Streams of irritables can be extinguished, |
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When you know how to relax, |
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In a silence, alone, in soul's depth, |
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Bury the malice for a while |
