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alone, alone in my room on a sunday-afternoon
sounds drifting through the neigbourhood
I'm lying in bed as though I ain't notice anything
and not thinking anything but something went wrong

I'm staying in bed for some time, I turn my face to the wall
and burry myself in thoughts of crime
and never a girl takes pity on my crying soul
but there will always be a hole even when you've lost all control

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