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I spend my salary on cigarettes and beers
I hunched over with the eyes on the infinite
I know
I am far away
I am that bad joke, I am that plant that comes out of the cement
Wasted time
Game without pieces
I dont know
I tried to hide but they have seen me cry again
too delicate, dreaming of better times that dont come
I dont ask too much
I am Just far away
Go down to the earth girl, He doesnt love you
but you still against that wall
Believing that we can change our fate
He realeased my hand, and went to more fertile lands
Another afternoon running for comfort
In golden tides  and breathing the air until
to start to coughing
grabbed sad songs
I would like write about how strong I am
and how I little care about you
but I dont know.